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THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 


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THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 


TRANSLATED  FROM  THF  GERMAN  BY 
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CATHERINE  WINKWORTH. 


NEW    YORK: 

ANSON    D.    F.    RANDOLPH, 

No.   683  Broadway. 

1858. 


PREFACE. 

HOSE  who  are  heft  acquainted  with  the 
))  rich  ftores  of  German  hymnology  will 
feel  the  lead  furprife  at  the  appearance  of 
a  fecond  feries  of  Tranflations  from  the  fame  fource. 
Many  excellent  and  claffical  compofitions  were 
neccflarily  excluded  from  the  plan  of  the  former 
volume,  which  it  was  felt  would  Itill  be  no  lefs  ac- 
ceptable than  thofe  already  tranflated,  to  Englim 
Chriftians.  In  this  feries  therefore  hymns  are 
admitted  of  a  more  perfonal  and  individual  charac- 
ter than  in  the  former,  hymns  adapted  to  particular 
circumftances  or  periods  of  life,  and  to  peculiar 
ftates  of  feeling.  At  the  fame  time  many  will  be 
found  of  fufhciently  comprehenfive  import  to  be 
fuited  for  congregational  finging,  and  will  be  recog- 
nized by  thofe  familiar  with  the  fervices  of  the  Ger- 
man Church  as  conftantly  ufed  there  in  public  wor- 
fhip,  efpecially  thofe  on   pages    194,  196,  226,  and 

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vi  Jpreface. 

99.  The  firft  of  thefe  indeed  holds  in  Germany, 
with  its  fine  old  tune,  much  the  fame  place  as  the 
Old  Hundredth  with  us.  The  fecond  is  remarka- 
ble as  being,  as  far  as  we  know,  the  only  hymn  of 
its  author,  a  man  of  confideration  and  wealth  in 
Frankfort.  It  was  publifhed  without  his  name,  and 
as  it  immediately  became  popular  it  was  afcribed  at 
firft  to  Hugo  Grotius,  and  other  celebrated  authors. 
The  third  is  one  of  the  well-known  hymns  of 
Joachim  Neander,  the  molt  important  hymn-writer 
of  the  German  Reformed  Church,  whofe  produc- 
tions are  marked  by  great  depth  and  tendernefs  of 
feeling. 

Moft  of  the  hymns  under  the  laft  two  divifions 
of  this  feries  are  popular  in  Proteftant  Germany  in 
the  trueft  fenfe  of  the  word,  to  be  found  in  the 
well-worn  hymns-books  of  every  cottage  home,  or 
heard  as  the  village  funeral  paftes  on  to  the  "  court 
of  peace."  It  will  be  obferved  that  one  of  the 
hymns  for  the  burial  of  the  dead  bears  the  name  of 
Michael  Weifs,  and  that  fome  others  are  defignated 
as  belonging  to  the  Bohemian  Brethren.  Thefe  are 
productions  of  that  ancient  Church  which  exifted 


preface.  vii 

in  Bohemia  from  the  firft  introduction  of  Christi- 
anity into  that  country  by  two  Greek  monks  of  the 
eighth  century.  In  the  eleventh  century  it  formed 
itfelf  into  a  feparate  community,  diftinguilhed  from 
the  Roman  Church  in  Bohemia,  among  other  things, 
by  the  celebration  of  public  worfhip  according  to 
the  native  ritual  and  in  the  vulgar  tongue.  After 
fuffering  bitter  perfecutions  under  various  Popes,  in 
one  of  which  John  Hufs  was  burnt  in  141 5,  in 
1453  its  remaining  members,  including  men  of  all 
clafles,  withdrew  to  a  diftri£t  affigned  to  them  on 
the  borders  o(  Silefia  and  Moravia,  where  we  find 
them,  fifty  years  later,  numbering  about  two  hun- 
dred congregations,  under  the  name  of  Brethren  or 
United  Brethren.  But  here  too  fierce  perfecutions 
followed  them ;  their  countrymen  were  incited 
from  the  pulpits  to  hunt  them  down  like  wild 
beafts ;  and  in  1508,  defpairing  of  peace  at  home, 
they  fent  out  four  merTengers  to  fearch  whether 
anywhere  a  Chriftian  people  might  be  found,  ferv- 
ing  Chrift  truly,  into  whofe  communion  they  might 
afk  admifiion.  One  of  thefe  brethren  went  to 
Rufiia,  one  to  Greece,  one   to  Bulgaria,  and  one  to 


viii  |Jrtfacc. 

Paleftine  and  Egypt ;  but  they  all  returned  unfuc- 
cefsful,  no  fuch  Chriftian  people  had  they  found. 
Two  more  were  then  fent  to  the  Waldenfes  in 
France  and  Italy,  but  they  too  brought  back  noth- 
ing but  admonitions  to  patience  and  fteadfaftnefs. 
The  Brethren  therefore  remained  in  their  own 
country,  and  occupied  themfelves  in  printing  the 
Bible,  no  fewer  than  three  editions  having  been 
publifhed  in  Bohemian  before  the  Reformation. 
The  dawn  of  that  great  event  filled  them  with  joy, 
and  in  1522  they  fent  *wo  mefTengers  to  Luther  to 
greet  him  and  afk  his  advice,  one  of  whom  was 
Michael  Weifs.  In  1531  Michael  Weifs  publifhed 
the  hymns  of  the  Bohemian  Brethren  tranflated 
into  German,  with  the  addition  of  feveral  of  his 
own.  They  pafTed  through  many  editions,  and 
fome  of  them  were  introduced  into  Luther's  hymn- 
book.  They  have  great  warmth  of  feeling,  and 
direclnefs  of  expremon,  often  with  intricate  metres, 
and  are  marked  by  frequent  pathetic  reference  to 
the  troubles  of  this  Church,  and  by  a  ftrong  fenfe 
of  the  living  union  of  ChrifKans  with  each  other 
and  their  Head.      The  fubfequent  fcttlement  of  the 


Preface.  ix 

fmall  remnant  of  this  Church  on  Count  Zinzen- 
dorPs  eftates  in  Saxony,  and  its  rapid  growth  and 
fpread  into  other  countries  are  well  known.  That 
the  fpirit  of  Chriftian  poetry  ftill  lives  among  them 
in  modern  times  is  proved  by  the  names  of  Zinzen- 
dorf,  Chriftian  Gregor,  L.  von  Hayn,  Spangenberg, 
and  Albertini.* 

As  the  objedl  of  this  work  is  chiefly  devotional, 
the  hymns  are  arranged  according  to  their  fubjecls, 
not  in  chronological  order,  and  have  been  felecled 
for  their  warmth  of  feeling  and  depth  of  Chriftian 
experience,  rather  than  as  fpecimens  of  a  particular 
mafter  or  fchool.  Still  it  is  believed  that  thefe  two 
feries  afford  on  the  whole  fair  examples  of  moft  of 
the  principal  writers,  not  of  courfe  without  omif- 
fions,  fincc  only  about  two  hundred  and  twenty 
hymns  are  given  from  a  literature  containing  feveral 
thoufands.  Of  Luther  none  are  given  in  this  feries, 
(unlefs  that  hymn  known  as  "  Queen  Maria  of 
Hungary's  fong"  were  written  by  him  for  that  prin- 

*  See  Bunfen's  larger  Gefangbuch,  and  Sketch  of 
the  Hiftory  of  the  Church  of  the  United  Brethren 
bv  James  Montgomery. 


x  JJrtfaa. 

cefs,)  for  thofe  productions  of  his  which  no  collec- 
tion of  German  hymns  could  omit,  had  been 
already  inferted  in  the  previous  volume,  and  there 
feemed  the  lefs  neceffity  for  introducing  any  of 
minor  importance,  as  all  his  hymns  are  accefTible 
to  the  Englifh  reader  in  the  excellent  tranflation  of 
Mr.  Maffie* 

The  writers  perhaps  the  leaft  fully  reprefented, 
are  Gellert,  Klopftock,  and  others  of  the  middle 
and  latter  half  of  the  lafl  century,  whofe  produc- 
tions conftitute  a  large  proportion  of  moil  of  the 
collections  made  fifty  or  fixty  years  ago.  But  thefe 
hymns  are,  for  the  moft  part,  either  of  a  purely  re- 
flective or  didactic  character,  or  in  very  many 
inftances  are  merely  verfions  of  more  ancient  hymns, 
fmoothed  down  to  a  dead  level  of  tame  correctnefs 
in  form,  and  robbed  of  their  original  fervour  and 
ftrength.  Gellert,  however,  appreciated  the  charac- 
tcriftic  excellences  of  the  ancient  hymns,  and  his 
own  have  high  merit,  as  lefTons  of  Chriflian  duty, 

*  Spiritual  Songs  of  Luther,  tranflated  by  R. 
Maffie,  Efq. 


preface. 


XI 


or  paraphrafes  of  Scripture,  exprefTed  in  fimple, 
clear,  and  unaffected  verfe,  fomctimes  with  much 
true  poetic  feeling.  Yet  while  they  thus  fupplied 
a  want  among  the  hymns  of  his  country, — which, 
during  the  laft  century  efpecially,  had  loft  that 
direct  application  to  real  life  which  makes  a  hymn 
fpeak  to  the  hearts  of  all, — and  have  therefore 
become  very  popular  in  Germany,  yet  for  the  fame 
reafon  they  more  nearly  refemble  what  we  already 
poffefs  in  our  own  language. 

There  is  a  very  large  fchool  of  hymn-writers 
fpringing  up  in  Germany  at  the  prefent  day,  whofe 
works  are  diftinguifhed  by  much  thoughtful  feeling 
and  great  fluency  and  fweetnefs  of  expreflion.  In 
general,  however,  thefe  hymns  are  fuited  rather  to 
private  reading,  than  congregational  finging ;  the 
length  of  the  lines,  and  the  reflective  tone  of 
thought,  deprive  them  of  that  ftrength  and  fimple 
grandeur  which  many  of  the  older  hymns  poffefs. 
Specimens  are  given  here  from  Spitta,  Puchta, 
Knapp,  Henfel,  and  others  ;  thofe  hymns  to  which 
no  dates  are  affixed  being  written  by  authors  living 
or  very  recently  deceafed. 


xii  JjJrrface. 

The  hymns  in  this  feries  have  been  chofen  from 
various  fources,  mod  of  them  being  fuch  as  would 
be  found  in  any  ftandard  collection.  The  greater 
number,  however,  are  taken  from  Bunfen's  "  Ver- 
fuch  eines  allgemeinen  Gefang  und  Gebet  buchs,"  a 
collection  diftinguifhed  above  moft  others  by  its 
wide  range  of  Chriftian  experience  and  fympathy, 
and  the  poetic  merit  of  the  verilons  it  gives.  The 
fhort  notices  prefixed  to  fome  of  thefe  hymns  are 
derived  from  the  fame  fource. 

One  or  two  verfes  have  been  omitted  in  feveral 
of  the  hymns,  for  in  many  inftances  even  fine 
hymns  are  weakened  by  repetition,  or  disfigured  by 
verfes  of  decidedle  inferior  merits ;  this  is  efpecially 
the  cafe  with  Paul  Gerhardt,  notwithstanding  the 
remarkable  beauty  of  his  works.  The  original 
metre  has  been  almoft  invariably  maintained ;  in 
fome  hymns  metres  ftrange  to  our  ears  have  been 
preferved  with  care  for  the  fake  of  the  fine  chorales 

attached  to  them. 

Alderley  Edge, 
May  19th,  1858. 


preface.  xiii 

*%*  From  the  frequent  inquiries  received  from 
clergymen  and  others  for  tunes  adapted  to  thefe 
hymns,  it  has  been  determined  to  bring  out  an 
edition  of  the  work,  containing  fome  of  the  fine 
old  German  chorales  to  which  in  their  own  coun- 
try they  are  fung  by  vafl  congregations,  arranged 
for  ufe  in  choirs  and  families. 


CONTENTS. 

PART  I. 

AIDS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 

Holy  Seasons.  Page 

Advent 21 

Chriftmas 37 

Epiphany 41 

Paffion  Week ■  49 

Eafter 62 

Afccnfion 73 

Whitfuntide 81 

Trinity 91 

Services. 

Morning  Prayer 97 

Evening  Prayer 110 

Baptifm 122 

The  Holy  Communion 131 

For  Travellers 1 43 

At  the  Burial  of  the  Dead 161 

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(Contents. 


PART  II. 
THE  INNER  LIFE. 

Penitence           l7S 

Praife  and  Thankfgiving *94 

The  Life  of  Faith 2I2 

Songs  of  the  Crofs            236 

The  Final  Conflict  and  Heaven      ....  266 


LYRA  GERMANICA. 


PART  I. 

AIDS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 

I.  HOLY  SEASONS. 

II.  SERVICES. 


£)oId  Seasons, 


^ZilZb 


ADVENT. 


i. 

THE    DAYSPRING    FROM    ON    HIGH. 


fp\E  heavens,  oh  hafte  your  dews  to  fhed, 
|    J    Ye  clouds,  rain  gladnefs  on  our  head, 
D?      Thou  earth,  behold  the  time  of  grace, 
"^       And  bloflbm  forth  in  righteoufnefs ! 

O  living  Sun,  with  joy  break  forth, 
And  pierce  the  gloomy  clefts  of  earth ; 
Behold,  the  mountains  melt  away 
Like  wax  beneath  thine  ardent  ray  ! 

O  Life-dew  of  the  Churches,  come, 
And  bid  this  arid  defcrt  bloom  ! 
The  forrows  of  Thy  people  fee, 
And  take  our  human  flefh  on  Thee. 

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Crmx  (5ermamccr. 


Refrefh  the  parch'd  and  drooping  mind, 
The  broken  limb  in  mercy  bind, 
Us  finners  from  our  guilt  releafe, 
And  fill  us  with  Thy  heavenly  peace. 

O  wonder  !  night  no  more  is  night ! 
Comes  then  at  la  ft  the  long'd-for  light? 
Ah  yes,  Thou  fhineft,  O  true  Sun, 
In  whom  are  God  and  man  made  one ! 

J.  Franck.      1653. 


£ma  ©crmanica.  23 


11. 

THE    DELIVERER. 

RISE,  the  kingdom  is  at  hand, 

The  King  is  drawing  nigh  ; 
Arife  with  joy,  thou  faithful  band, 
To  meet  the  Lord  moll  high ! 
Ye  Chriflians,  haflen  forth, 
With  holy  ardours  greet  your  Kin^, 
And  glad  Hofannas  to  Him  fmg, 

Nought  elfe  your  love  is  worth. 

Look  up,  ye  drooping  hearts,  to-day  ! 

The  King  is  very  near, 
Oh  call  your  griefs  and  fears  away, 

For  lo  !  your  Help  is  here ; 

And  comfort  rich  and  fweet 
In  many  a  place  for  us  is  ilored, 
Where  in  His  facraments  and  word 

Our  Saviour  we  can  meet. 

Look  up,  ye  fouls  weigh'd  down  with  care  ! 

The  Sovereign  is  not  far. 
Look  up,  faint  hearts,  from  your  defpair, 

Behold  the  Morning  Star! 

The  Lord  is  with  us  now, 
Who  mail  the  finking  fpirit  feed 
With  ftrcngth  and  comfort  at  its  need, 

To  whom  e'en  Death  mall  bow. 


Crirct  (tibttmamta. 

Hope,  O  ye  broken  hearts,  at  laft  ! 

The  King  comes  on  in  might, 
He  loved  us  in  the  ages  past 

When  we  fat  wrapp'd  in  night ; 

Now  are  our  forrows  o'er, 
And  fear  and  wrath  to  joy  give  place, 
Since  God  hath  made  us  in  His  grace 

His  children  evermore. 


O  rich  the  gifts  Thou  bringeft  us, 

Thyfelf  made  poor  and  weak ; 
O  love  beyond  compare  that  thus 

Can  foes  and  finners  feek  ! 

For  this  to  Thee  alone 
We  raife  on  high  a  gladfome  voice, 
And  evermore  with  thanks  rejoice 

Before  Thy  glorious  throne. 

RlST.         I  65  I. 


£nra  (Bcvmanica.  25 


in. 


THE  HEART  LONGING  FOR  THE  INNER 
ADVENT. 


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1 


HEREFORE  doll  Thou  longer  tarry, 
^  j  Bleflcd  of  the  Lord,  afar  ? 

Would  it  were  Thy  will  to  enter 

To  my  heart,  O  Thou  my  Star, 
Thou  my  Jefus,  Fount  of  power, 
Helper  in  the  needful  hour  ! 
Sharper!:  wounds  my  heart  is  feeling, 
Touch  them,  Saviour,  with  Thy  healing ! 

For  I  fhrink  beneath  the  terrors 

Of  the  law's  tremendous  fway  ; 

All  my  countlefs  crimes  and  errors 
Stand  before  me  night  and  day. 

Oh  the  heavy,  fearful  load 

Of  the  righteous  wrath  of  God ! 

Oh  the  awful  voice  of  thunder 

Cleaving  heart  and  foul  afunder ! 

While  the  foe  my  foul  is  telling, 

"  There  is  grace  no  more  for  thee, 

Thou  muft  make  thy  endlefs  dwelling 
In  the  pain^  that  torture  me." 
2 


26  Cgra  (Ewmanica. 

Yes,  and  keener  flill  thy  fmart, 
Confcience,  in  my  anguifhed  heart, 
By  thy  venomed  tooth  tormented, 
Long-pafl  fins  are  fore  repented. 

Would  I  then,  to  foothe  my  forrow 

And  my  pain  awhile  forget, 
From  the  world  a  comfort  borrow, 

I  but  fink  the  deeper  yet ; 
She  hath  comforts  that  but  grieve, 
Joys  that  flinging  memories  leave, 
Helpers  that  my  heart  are  breaking, 
Friends  that  do  but  mock  its  aching. 

All  the  world  can  give  is  cheating, 

Strengthlefs  all,  and  merely  nought ; 
Have  I  greatnefs,  it  is  fleeting ; 

Have  I  riches,  are  they  aught 
But  a  heap  of  glittering  earth  ? 
Pleafure  ?     Little  is  it  worth 
When  it  brings  no  joy  or  laughter 
That  thou  wilt  not  rue  hereafter. 

All  delight,  all  confolation 

Lies  in  Thee,  Lord  Jefus  Chriit, 
Feed  my  foul  with  Thy  falvation, 

O  Thou  Bread  of  Life  unpriced. 
Blcflcd  Light,  within  me  glow, 
Ere  my  heart  breaks  in  its  woe ; 
Oh  refrefh  me  and  uphold  me, 
Jefus,  come,  let  me  behold  Thee. 


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Joy,  my  foul,  for  He  hath  heard  thee, 

He  will  come  and  enter  in ; 
Lo  !    He  turns  and  draweth  toward  thee, 

Let  thy  welcomc-fong  begin ; 
Oh  prepare  thee  for  fuch  gueft, 
Give  thee  wholly  to  thy  reft, 
With  an  ©pen'd  heart  adore  Him, 
Pour  thy  griefs  and  fears  before  Him. 

Thy  mifdeeds  are  thine  no  longer, 
He  hath  call  them  in  the  fea, 
And  the  love  of  God  /hall  conquer 
All  the  ftrength  of  fin  in  thee. 
Chrifi  is  vidtor  in  the  field, 
Mightier!  wrong  to  Him  muft  yield, 
He  with  blcfiing  will  exalt  thee 
O'er  whate'er  would  here  aflault  thee. 

What  would  feem  to  hurt  or  fhame  thee 

Shall  but  work  thy  good  at  Jaft; 
Since  that  Chrifi  hath  deign'd  to  claim  thee, 

And  His  truth  Hands  ever  faft; 
And  if  thine  can  but  endure, 
There  is  nought  fo  fixed  and  fare, 
As  that  thou  (halt  hymn  His  praifes 
Tn  the  happy  heavenly  places. 

Gerhardt.      1653. 


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IV. 

THE  NEW  YEAR. 

Composed  on  his  journey  to  Gotha  after  his  unjuft 
expulfion  from  Erfurt ;  as  we  are  told  in  the  ora- 
tion delivered  at  his  grave,  "  in  the  full  experience 
of  the  unfpeakable  confolations  of  the  Holy  Spirit." 

HANK  God  that  towards  eternity 
Another  ftep  is  won  ! 
Oh  longing  turns  my  heart  to  Thee 
As  time  flows  flowly  on, 
Thou  Fountain  whence  my  life  is  born, 
Whence  thofe  rich  ftreams  of  grace  are  drawn 
That  through  my  being  run  ! 

I  count  the  hours,  the  days,  the  years, 

That  ftretch  in  tedious  line, 
Until,  O  Life,  that  hour  appears, 

When,  at  Thy  touch  divine, 
Whate'er  is  mortal  now  in  me 
Shall  be  confumed  for  aye  in  Thee, 

And  deathlefs  life  be  mine. 

So  glows  Thy  love  within  this  frame, 
That,  touch'd  with  keeneft  fire, 

My  whole  foul  kindles  in  the  flame 
Of  one  intenfe  defire, 


£m*a  (Pcrmanica.  29 

To  be  in  Thee,  and  Thou  in  me, 
And  e'en  while  yet  on  earth  to  be 
Still  preffing  closer,  nigher  ! 

Oh  that  I  foon  might  Thee  behold ! 

I  count  the  moments  o'er  ; 
Ah  come,  ere  yet  my  heart  grows  cold 

And  cannot  call  Thee  more  ! 
Come  in  Thy  glory,  for  Thy  Bride 
Hath  girt  her  for  the  holy-tide, 

And  waiteth  at  the  door. 

And  fince  Thy  Spirit  fheds  abroad 

The  oil  of  grace  in  me, 
And  thou  art  inly  near  me,  Lord, 

And  I  am  loll  in  Thee, 
So  mines  in  me  the  Living  Light, 
And  fteadfaft  burns  my  lamp  and  bright, 

To  greet  Thee  joyoufly. 

Come  !  is  the  voice,  then,  of  Thy  Bride, 

She  loudly  prays  Thee  come ! 
With  faithful  heart  fhe  long  hath  cried, 

Come  quickly,  Jefus,  come  ! 
Come,  O  my  Bridegroom,  Lamb  of  God, 
Thou  knoweit.  I  am  Thine,  my  Lord 

Come  down  and  take  me  home. 

Yet  be  the  hour  that  none  can  tell 

Left  wholly  to  Thy  choice, 
Although  I  know  thou  lov'ft  it  well, 


3°  Cgrct  (Serin  anica. 

That  I  with  heart  and  voice 
Should  bid  Thee  come,  and  from  this  day 
Care  but  to  meet  Thee  on  Thy  way, 

And  at  Thy  fight  rejoice  ! 

I  joy  that  from  Thy  love  divine 
No  power  can  part  me  now, 

That  I  may  dare  to  call  Thee  mine, 
My  Friend,  My  Lord,  avow, 

That  I,  O  Prince  of  Life,  mall  be 

Made  wholly  one  in  heaven  with  Thee, 
My  portion,  Lord,  art  Thou  ! 

And  therefore  do  my  thanks  o'erflow, 
That  one  more  year  is  gone, 

And  of  this  Time,  fo  poor,  fo  flow, 
Another  ftep  is  won  ; 

And,  with  a  heart  that  may  not  wait, 

Toward  yonder  diftant  golden  gate 
I  journey  gladly  on. 

And  when  the  wearied  hands  grow  weak, 
And  wearied  knees  give  way, 

To  finking  faith,  oh  quickly  fpeak, 
And  make  Thine  arm  my  flay  ; 

That  fo  my  heart  drink  in  new  ftrength, 

And  I  fpeed  on,  nor  feel  the  length 
Nor  fteepnefs  of  the  way. 

Then  on,  my  foul,  with  fearlefs  faith, 
Let  nought  thy  terror  move ; 


i'nrct  (Pcrmamca.  31 

Nor  aught  that  earthly  pleafurc  faith 

E'er  tempt  thy  fteps  to  rove  ; 
If  flow  thy  courfe  feem  o'er  the  wafte, 
Mount  upwards  with  the  eagle's  hafte, 

On  wings  of  tirelefs  love. 

O  Jefus,  all  my  foul  hath  flown 

Already  up  to  Thee, 
For  Thou,  in  whom  is  love  alone, 

Haft  wholly  conquer'd  me. 
Farewell  ye  phantoms,  day  and  year, 
Eternity  is  round  me  here, 

Since,  Lord,  I  live  in  Thee. 

A.  H.  Fra^;cke,  1691. 


32  £rn*ct  ©rvmantca. 


CHRISTMAS. 


A  SONG  OF  JOY  AT  DAWN. 

LL  my  heart  this  night  rejoices, 
As  I  hear, 
Far  and  near, 
Sweeteft  angel  voices  ; 
"  Christ  is  born,"  their  choirs  are  finging, 
Till  the  air 
Everywhere 
Now  with  joy  is  ringing. 

For  it  dawns, — the  promifed  morrow 

Of  His  birth 

Who  the  earth 
Refcues  from  her  forrow. 
God  to  wear  our  form  defcendeth, 

Of  His  grace 

To  our  race 
Here  His  Son  He  lendeth  ; 


Uma  (bcnnanua.  33 


Yea,  fo  truly  for  us  carcth, 

That  His  Son 

All  we've  done 
As  our  offering  beareth ; 
As  our  Lamb  who,  dying  for  us, 

Bears  our  load, 

And  to  God 
Doth  in  peace  reftore  us. 

Hark !  a  voice  from  yonder  manger, 

Soft  and  fweet, 

Doth  entreat, 
"  Flee  from  woe  and  danger  ; 
Brethren  come,  from  all  doth  grieve  you 

You  are  freed, 

All  you  need 
I  will  furely  give  you." 

Come  then,  let  us  haften  yonder  ; 

Here  let  all, 

Great  and  fmall, 
Kneel  in  awe  and  wonder, 
Love  Him  who  with  love  is  yearning  ; 

Hail  the  Star 

That  from  far 
Bright  with  hope  is  burning  ! 

Ye  who  pine  in  weary  fadnefs, 

Weep  no  more, 

For  the  door 
Now  is  found  of  gladnefs. 


34  Cnrct  ©rrmanica. 

Cling  to  Him,  for  He  will  guide  you 

Where  no  crofs 

Pain  or  lofs, 
Can  again  betide  you. 

Hither  come,  ye  heavy-hearted  ; 

Who  for  fin 

Deep  within, 
Long  and  fore  have  fmarted  ; 
For  the  poifon'd  wounds  you're  feeling 

Help  is  near, 

One  is  here 
Mighty  for  their  healing  ! 

Hither  come,  ye  poor  and  wretched  ; 

Know  His  will 

Is  to  fill 
Every  hand  outdretched  ; 
Here  are  riches  without  meafure, 

Here  forget 

All  regret, 
Fill  your  hearts  with  treafure. 

BleiTed  Saviour,  let  me  find  Thee  ? 

Keep  Thou  me 

Clofe  to  Thee, 
Call  me  not  behind  Thee  ! 
Life  of  life,  my  heart  Thou  dilled, 

Calm  I  reft 

On  Thy  bread, 
All  this  void  Thou  filled. 


Cgra  (Bcnnantca.  35 

Heedfully  my  Lord  I'll  chcrifh, 

Live  to  Thee, 

And  with  Thee 
Dying  fhall  not  perifh  ; 
But  fhall  dwell  with  Thee  for  ever, 

Far  on  high, 

In  the  joy 
That  can  alter  never. 

Paul  Gerhardt.      1651. 


36  £nra  (Ewmanica. 


II. 

WE  LOVE  HIM  FOR  HE  FIRST 
LOVED  US. 


HOU  faireft  Child  Divine 
In  yonder  manger  laid, 
In  whom  is  God  Himfelf  well  pleafed, 
By  whom  were  all  things  made, 
On  me  art  Thou  beftow'd ; 

How  can  fuch  wonders  be  ! 

The  deareft  that  the  Father  hath 

He  gives  me  here  in  Thee ! 


I  was  a  foe  to  God, 

I  fought  in  Satan's  hoft, 
I  trifled  all  His  grace  away, 

Alas !  my  foul  was  loft. 
Yet  God  forgets  my  fin, 

His  heart,  with  pity  moved, 
He  gives  me,  Heavenly  Child,  in  Thee  ; 

Lo  !  thus  our  God  hath  loved  ! 

Once  blind  with  fin  and  felf, 

Along  the  treacherous  way, 
That  ends  in  ruin  at  the  laft, 

I  haften'd  far  aftray  ; 


ilma  (Bcrmcmicct.  37 

Then  God  fent  down  His  Son  ; 

For  with  a  love  mod  deep, 
Moft  undeferved,  His  heart  Hill  yearn'd 

O'er  me,  poor  wandering  fheep  ! 

God  with  His  life  of  love 

To  me  was  far  and  ftrange, 
My  heart  clung  only  to  the  world 

Of  fight  and  fenfe  and  change ; 
In  Thee,  Immanuel, 

Are  God  and  man  made  one ; 
In  Thee  my  heart  hath  peace  with  God, 

And  union  in  the  Son. 

Oh  ponder  this,  my  foul, 

Our  God  hath  loved  us  thus, 
That  even  His  only  deareft  Son 

He  freely  giveth  us. 
Thou  precious  gift  of  God, 

The  pledge  and  bond  of  love, 
With  thankful  heart  I  kneel  to  take 

This  treafure  from  above. 

I  kneel  befide  Thy  couch, 

I  prefs  Thee  to  my  heart, 
For  Thee  I  gladly  all  forfake 

And  from  the  creature  part : 
Thou  pricelefs  Pearl !  lo,  he 

By  whom  Thou'rt  loved  and  known, 
Will  give  himfelf  and  all  he  hath 

To  win  Thee  for  his  own. 

4- 


3  8  Cnva  <8>armtinica. 


Oh  come,  Thou  Blcflcd  Child, 

Thou  Saviour  of  my  foul, 
For  ever  bound  to  Thee,  my  name 

Among  Thy  holt  enrol. 
Oh  deign  to  take  my  heart, 

And  let  Thy  heart  be  mine, 
That  all  my  love  flow  out  to  Thee, 

And  lofe  itfelf  in  Thine, 

Tersteegen.      i  73  i. 


ilma  (Bcrmanica.  39 


in. 
god   with  us. 

BLESSED  Jefus!     This 
Thy  lowly  manger  is 

The  Paradife  where  oft  my  foul  would  feed: 
Here  is  the  place,  my  Lord, 
Where  lies  the  Eternal  Word 
Clothed  with  our  flefh,  made  like  to  us  indeed. 

For  He  whofe  mighty  fway 

The  winds  and  feas  obey, 
Submits  to  ferve,  and  (loops  to  those  who  fin; 

The  glorious  Son  of  God 

Doth  bear  the  mortal  load 
Of  earth  and  duft,  like  us  and  all  our  kin. 

For  thus,  O  Good  Supreme, 

Wilt  Thou  our  flefh  redeem, 
And  raife  it  to  Thy  throne  o'er  every  height : 

Eternal  Strength,  here  Thou 

To  brotherhood  doll  bow 
With  tranfient  things  that  pafs  like  mills  of  night. 

Thy  glory  and  Thy  joy 
All  woe  and  grief  deftroy ; 
Thou,  Heavenly  Treafure,  doll  all  wealth  reftore  ! 
Thou  deep  and  living  Well ! 


4-o  £ma  (Bcrmcmica. 


Thou  great  Immanuel 
Doit  conquer  fin  and  death  for  evermore ! 

Then  come,  whoe'er  thou  art, 

O  poor  defponding  heart, 
Take  courage  now,  let  this  thy  fears  difpel, 

That  fince  His  Son  moll:  dear 

Thy  God  hath  given  thee  here, 
It  cannot  be  but  God  doth  love  thee  well. 

How  often  doft  thou  think 

That  thou  mult  furely  fink, 
That  hope  and  comfort  are  no  more  for  thee ; 

Come  hither  then  and  gaze 

Upon  this  Infant's  face, 
And  here  the  love  of  God  incarnate  fee. 

Ah  now  the  blefTed  door 

Stands  open  evermore 
To  all  the  joys  of  this  world  and  the  next: 

This  Babe  will  be  our  Friend, 

And  quickly  make  an  end 
Of  all  that  faithful  hearts  long  time  hath  vex'd. 

Then,  earth,  we  care  no  more 

To  feek  thy  richeft  ftore, 
If  but  this  trcafure  will  be  Hill  our  own  ; 

And  he  who  holds  it  fait, 

Till  all  this  life  is  paft, 
Our  Lord  will  crown  with  joy  before  His  throne. 
Paul   Gerhardt. 


£nra  (Bcrmantca.  41 


EPIPHANY. 


THE    KING    OF    MEN. 

KING  of  Glory  !  David's  Son  ! 

Our  Sovereign  and  our  Friend ! 
In  Heaven  for  ever  Hands  Thy  throne, 
Thy  kingdom  hath  no  end  : 
Oh  now  to  all  men,  far  and  near, 

Lord,  make  it  known,  we  pray, 
That  as  in  heaven  all  creatures  here 
May  know  Thee  and  obey. 

The  Eaftern  fages  gladly  bring 

Their  tribute-gifts  to  Thee  ; 
They  witnefs  that  Thou  art  their  King 

And  humbly  bow  the  knee  ; 
To  Thee  the  Morning  Star  doth  lead, 

To  Thee  th'  infpired  Word, 
We  hail  Thee,  Saviour,  in  our  need, 

We  worfhip  Thee,  the  Lord. 
4* 


42  jujva  (Bnrmamca. 


Ah  look  on  me  with  pitying  grace, 

Though  I  am  weak  and  poor, 
Within  Thy  kingdom  grant  me  place 

To  dwell  there  bleft  and  fure. 
Oh  refcue  me  from  all  my  woes, 

And  fhield  me  with  thine  arm 
From  Sin  and  Death,  the  mighty  foes, 

That  daily  feek  our  harm. 

And  bid  Thy  Word,  the  fairefl  Star, 

Within  us  clearly  mine  ; 
Keep  fin  and  all  falfe  doctrine  far, 

Since  Thou  haft  claim'd  us  Thine. 
Let  us  Thy  name  aright  confefs, 

And  with  Thy  Chriftendom, 
Our  King  and  Saviour  own  and  blefs 

Through  all  the  world  to  come. 

Behemb.      1606. 


£nra  ©crmanica.  43 


II. 

THE  LIGHT  OF  THE  WORLD. 


CHRIST,  our  true  and  only  Light, 
Illumine  thofe  who  fit  in  night, 
Let  thofe  afar  now  hear  Thy  voice, 
And  in  Thy  fold  with  us  rejoice. 

Fill  with  the  radiance  of  Thy  grace 
The  fouls  now  loll  in  error's  maze, 
And  all  in  whom  their  fecret  minds 
Some  dark  delufion  hurts  and  blinds. 

And  all  who  elfe  have  ftray'd  from  thee, 
Oh  gently  feek  !  Thy  healing  be 
To  every  wounded  confeience  given, 
And  let  them  alfo  fhare  Thy  heaven. 

Oh  make  the  deaf  to  hear  Thy  word, 
And  teach  the  dumb  to  fpeak,  dear  Lord, 
Who  dare  not  yet  the  faith  avow, 
Though  fecretly  they  hold  it  now. 


44  £ma  ©mncmicct. 

Shine  on  the  darken'd  and  the  cold, 
Recall  the  wanderers  from  Thy  fold, 
Unite  thofe  now  who  walk  apart, 
Confirm  the  weak  and  doubting  heart. 

So  they  with  us  may  evermore 
Such  grace  with  wondering  thanks  adore, 
And  endless  praise  to  thee  be  given 
By  all  Thy  Church  in  earth  and  heaven, 
}.  Heermann.      1630. 


£ma  ©crmcmtca.  45 


$     in. 

FORSAKING  ALL  FOR  THE  TRUE 
LIGHT. 

S  thy  heart  athirfl  to  know 

That  the  King  of  heaven  and  earth 
Deigns  to  dwell  with  man  below, 

Yea,  hath  Hooped  to  mortal  birth  ? 
Search  the  Word  with  ceaseless  care 
Till  Thou  find  this  treafure  there. 

With  the  fages  from  afar 

Journey  on  o'er  fea  and  land 

Till  thou  fee  the  Morning  Star 
O'er  thy  heart  unchanging  Hand, 

Then  fhalt  thou  behold  His  face 

Full  of  mercy,  truth  and  grace. 

For  if  Chrift  be  born  within, 
Soon  that  likenefs  fhall  appear 

Which  the  heart  had  loll  through  fin, 
God's  own  image  fair  and  clear, 

And  the  foul  ferene  and  bright 

Mirrors  back  His  heavenly  light. 


46  £nra  ©crmamca. 


Jefus,  let  me  feek  for  nought 

But  that  Thou  fhouldft  dwell  in  me  ; 
Let  this  only  fill  my  thought, 

How  I  may  grow  liker  Thee, 
Through  this  earthly  care  and  ftrife, 
Through  the  calm  eternal  life. 

With  the  wife  who  know  thee  right, 

Though  the  world  accounts  them  fools, 

I  will  praife  Thee  day  and  night, 
I  will  order  by  Thy  rules 

All  my  life,  that  it  may  be 

FilPd  with  praife  and  love  of  Thee. 

Laurentius  Laurenti.      1700. 


£m*ct  (Bcvmanicct.  M 

IV. 

CHRIST  OUR  EXAMPLE. 

_^VER  would  I  fain  be  reading 
In  the  ancient  holy  Book, 
Of  my  Saviour's  gentle  pleading, 
Truth  in  every  word  and  look. 

How  when  children  came  He  blcfs'd  them, 

Suffer'  no  man  to  reprove, 
Took  them  in  his  arms,  and  prefs'd  them 

To  His  heart  with  words  of  love. 

How  all  the  fick  and  tearful 

Help  was  ever  gladly  mown  ; 
How  He  fought  the  poor  and  fearful, 

Call'd  them  brothers  and  His  own. 

How  no  contrite  foul  e'er  fought  Him, 

And  was  bidden  to  depart, 
How  with  gentle  words  He  taught  him, 

Took  the  death  from  out  his  heart. 

Still  I  read  the  ancient  ftorv, 

And  my  joy  is  ever  new, 
How  for  us  He  left  His  glory, 

How  he  ftill  is  kind  and  true. 


4-8  Cnrct  ©tvmanica. 

How  the  flock  He  gently  leadeth 
Whom  His  Father  gave  Him  here ; 

How  His  arms  He  widely  fpreadeth 
To  His  heart  to  draw  us  near. 

Let  me  kneel,  my  Lord,  before  Thee, 
Let  my  heart  in  tears  o'erflow, 

Melted  by  Thy  love  adore  Thee, 
Blefl  in  Thee  'mid  joy  or  woe  ! 

Luise  Hensel. 


£m*ct  (Bcrmamcci.  49 


PASSION   WEEK. 

1. 

IN  THE  GARDEN. 

v      HENE'ER  again  thou  fmkeft, 
F   j.        My  heart,  beneath  thy  load, 
Vjjjl  Or  from  the  battle  fhrinkeft, 

/£2>^fr  And  murmureft  at  thy  God ; 

Then  I  will  lead  thee  hither, 

To  watch  thy  Saviour's  prayer, 
And  learn  from  His  endurance 
How  thou  fhouldft  alio  bear. 

Oh  come,  wouldft  thou  be  like  Him, 

Thy  Lord  Divine,  and  mark 
What  fharpefl  forrows  ftrike  Him, 

What  anguish  deep  and  dark, — 
That  carncft  cry  to  fpare  Him, 

The  trial  fcarce  begun  ! 
Yet  ftill  he  faith  :   "  My  Father, 

Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !" 

5 


50  £nra  ©cnnanica. 


Oh  wherefore  doth  His  fpirit 

Such  bitter  conflict  know  ? 
What  fins,  what  crimes  could  merit 

Such  deep  and  awful  woe  ? 
So  pure  are  not  the  heavens, 

So  clear  no  noonday  fun, 
And  yet  He  faith  :   "  My  Father, 

Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !" 

Oh  mark  that  night  of  forrow, 

That  agony  of  prayer ; 
No  friend  can  watch  till  morrow 

His  grief  to  foothe  and  fhare ; 
Oh  where  ftiall  He  find  comfort  ? 

With  God,  with  God  alone  ; 
And  ftill  He  faith :  "  My  Father, 

Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done !" 

Hath  life  for  Him  no  gladnefs, 

No  joy  the  light  of  day? 
Can  He,  then,  feel  no  fadnefs, 

When  heart  and  hope  give  way  ? 
That  cup  of  mortal  anguifh 

One  bitter  cry  hath  won, 
That  it  might  pafs :  "  Yet,  Father, 

Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !" 

And  who  the  cup  prepared  Him, 
And  who  the  poifon  gave  ? 

'Twas  one  He  loved  enfnared  Him, 
'Twas  they  He  came  to  fave. 


£ma  (Bcrmanicct.  51 

Oh  fharpcst  pain,  to  fuffcr 

Betray'd  and  mock'd — alone  ; 
Yet  Hill  he  faith :   "  My  Father, 

Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !" 

But  what  is  joy  or  living, 

What  treachery  or  death, 
When  all  His  work,  His  driving, 

Seem  hanging  on  His  breath  ? 
Oh  can  it  Hand  without  Him, 

That  work  but  juft  begun  ? 
Yet  Mill  He  faith  :   "  My  Father, 

Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !" 

He  fpeaks ;  no  more  He  fhrinketh, 

Himfelf  He  offers  up, 
He  fees  it  all,  yet  drinketh 

For  us  that  bitter  cup, 
He  goes  to  meet  the  traitor, 

The  crofs  He  will  not  fhun, — 
He  faith  :   "  I  come,  My  Father, 

Thy  will,  not  pine,  be  done  !" 

My  Saviour,  I  will  never 

Forget  Thy  word  of  grace, 
But  Mill  repeat  it  ever, 

Through  good  and  evil  days ; 
And  looking  up  to  Heaven, 

Till  all  my  race  is  run, 
I'll  humbly  lay  :    "  My  Father, 

Thv  will,  not  mine,  be  done!" 

W.  Hvy.      1828. 


52  £nra  ©crmanica. 


II. 

AT    THE    FOOT    OF    THE    CROSS. 


nil. 


H,  world !  behold  upon  the  tree 
Thy  Life  is  hanging  now  for  thee, 

Thy  Saviour  yields  His  dying  breath ; 
The  mighty  Prince  of  glory  now 
For  thee  doth  unrefifting  bow 

To  cruel  ftripes,  to  fcorn  and  death. 


Draw  near,  O  world,  and  mark  Him  well ; 
Behold  the  drops  of  blood  that  tell 

How  fore  His  conflict  with  the  foe : 
And  hark !  how  from  that  noble  heart, 
Sigh  after  figh  doth  flowly  ftart 

From  depths  of  yet  unfathom'd  woe. 

Alas !  my  Saviour,  who  could  dare 
Bid  Thee  fuch  bitter  anguifh  bear, 

What  evil  heart  entreat  Thee  thus  ? 
For  Thou  art  good,  haft  wronged  none, 
As  we  and  ours  too  oft  have  done, 

Thou  hall  not  finn'd,  dear  Lord,  like  us. 


£m*a  CBtermamca.  53 


I  and  my  fins,  that  number  more 
Than  yonder  fands  upon  the  more, 

Have  brought  to  pafs  this  agony. 
'Tis  I  have  caufed  the  floods  of  woe 
That  now  Thy  dying  foul  o'erflow, 

And  thofe  fad  hearts  that  watch  by  Thee. 

Tis  I  to  whom  thefe  pains  belong, 
'Tis  I  mould  fuffer  for  my  wrong, 

Bound  hand  and  foot  in  heavy  chains  ; 
Thy  fcourge,  Thy  fetters,  whatfoe'er 
Thou  beared,  'tis  my  foul  mould  bear, 

For  me  hath  well  deferred  fuch  pains. 

Yet  Thou  doll  even  for  my  fake 
On  Thee,  in  love,  the  burdens  take 

That  weigh'd  my  fpkit  to  the  ground : 
Yes,  Thou  art  made  a  curfe  for  me, 
That  I  might  yet  be  blcfl  through  Thee ; 

My  healing  in  Thy  wounds  is  found. 

To  fave  me  from  the  monger's  power, 
The  Death  that  all  things  would  devour, 

Thyfelf  into  his  jaws  doll  leap; 
My  death  Thou  takefl  thus  away, 
And  buriefl  in  Thy  grave  for  aye, 

O  love  moll  llrangely  true  and  deep  ! 

From  henceforth  there  is  nought  of  mine 
But  I  would  feek  to  make  it  Thine, 
Since  all  myfclf  to  Thee  I  o. 


54  Cgrct  (Bwmamcct. 

Whate'er  my  utmoft  powers  can  do, 
To  Thee  to  render  fervice  true, 
Here  at  Thy  feet  I  lay  it  low. 

xA.h !  little  have  I,  Lord,  to  give, 
So  poor,  fo  bafe  the  life  I  live, 

But  yet,  till  foul  and  body  part, 
This  one  thing  I  will  do  for  Thee — 
The  woe,  the  death  endured  for  me, 

I'll  cherifh  in  my  inmoft  heart. 

Thy  crofs  fhall  be  before  my  fight, 
My  hope,  my  joy,  by  day  and  night, 

Whate'er  I  do,  where'er  I  rove ; 
And,  gazing,  I  will  gather  thence 
The  form  of  fpotlefs  innocence, 

The  feal  of  faultless  truth  and  love. 

And  from  Thy  forrows  will  I  learn 
How  fiercely  doth  God's  anger  burn, 

How  terribly  His  thunders  roll, 
How  forely  this  our  loving  God 
Can  fmite  with  His  avenging  rod, 

How  deep  His  floods  o'erwhelm  the  foul. 

And  I  will  ftudy  to  adorn 

My  heart  with  mecknefs  under  fcorn, 

With  gentle  patience  in  diftrefs, 
With  faithful  love,  that  yearning  cleaves 
To  thofe  o'er  whom  to  death  it  grieves, 

Whofc  fins  its  very  foul  opprcfs. 


Cgra  (£crmamca.  55 

When  evil  tongues  with  flinging  blame 
Would  cafl  dilhonour  on  my  name, 

I'll  curb  the  paffions  that  upflart ; 
And  take  injuftice  patiently, 
And  pardon,  as  Thou  pardon'ft  me, 

With  an  ungrudging  generous  heart. 

And  1  will  nail  me  to  Thy  crofs, 
And  learn  to  count  all  things  but  drofs 

Wherein  the  flefh  doth  pleafure  take ; 
Whate'er  is  hateful  in  Thine  eyes, 
With  all  the  flrcngth  that  in  me  lies, 

Will  I  call  from  me  and  forfake. 

Thy  heavy  groans,  Thy  bitter  fighs, 
The  tears  that  from  Thy  dying  eyes 

Were  fried  when  Thou  waft  fore  opprefs'd, 
Shall  be  with  me,  when  at  the  lafl 
Myfelf  on  Thee  I  wholly  call, 

And  enter  with  Thee  into  reft. 

Paul  Gerhardt.      1659. 


56  £ma  (Ewmamcct. 


in. 

OUR    HERITAGE. 

H,  Jefus,  the  merit 

Of  all  that  Thou  haft  borne 
Maketh  me  inherit 

The  crown  that  hath  no  thorn ! 

Ah  then,  teach  me  duly 

To  worfhip  at  Thy  crofs, 
Owning  inly,  truly, 

The  Love  that  bore  our  lofs. 

There  to  fin,  oh  let  me 

From  henceforth  daily  die ; 

Nor  in  death  forget  me, 

Then  grant  me  life  on  high. 

Anon. 


i'ttva  (£>ennanica.  57 


IV. 

OUR  REQUITAL. 

IM  on  yonder  crofs  I  love, 

Nought  on  earth  I  elfe  count  dear  ! 
May  He  mine  for  ever  prove, 
Who  is  now  {o  inly  near ! 
Here  I  ftand  :   whate'er  may  come, 
Days  of  funmine  or  of  gloom, 
From  this  word  I  will  not  move  ; 
Him  upon  the  crofs  I  love  ! 


'Tis  not  hidden  from  my  heart, 
What  true  love  muft  often  bring ; 

Want  and  grief  have  foreft  fmart, 
Care  and  fcorn  can  fharply  fling; 

Nay,  but  if  Thy  will  were  fuch, 

Bittereft  death  were  not  too  much ! 

Dark  though  here  my  courfe  may  prove  : 

Him  upon  the  crofs  I  love  ! 

Rather  forrows  fuch  as  thefe, 

Rather  love's  acuteil  pain, 
Than  without  Him  days  of  eafe, 

Riches  falfe  and  honours  vain. 


58  fgra  (Ewmantca. 


Count  me  ftrange,  when  I  am  true, 
What  He  hates  I  will  not  do  ; 
Sneers  no  more  my  heart  can  move  ; 
Him  upon  the  crofs  I  love  ! 

Know  ye  whence  my  ftrength  is  drawn, 
Fearlefs  thus  the  fight  to  wage  ? 

Why  my  heart  can  laugh  to  fcorn 
Fleihly  weakness,  Satan  s  rage  ? 

'Tis,  I  know  the  love  of  Chrift, 

Mighty  is  that  love  unpriced ! 

What  can  grieve  me,  what  can  move  ? 

Him  upon  the  crofs  1  love ! 

Once  the  eyes  that  now  are  dim, 

Shall  difcern  the  changelefs  love 
That  hath  led  us  home  to  Him, 

That  hath  crown'd  us  far  above : 
Would  to  God  that  all  below 
What  that  love  is  now  might  know, 
And  their  hearts  this  word  approve : 
Him  upon  the  crofs  I  love  ! 

Greding.     Born  1676. 


Ctira  ©crmanica.  59 


AT  THE  SEPULCHRE 

HOU,  fore-opprefs'd, 
The  Sabbath  reft 
^    In  yon  ftill  grave  art  keeping  ! 
All  Thy  labour  now  is  done, 
Past  is  all  Thy  weeping! 

The  ftrife  is  o'er, 
Nought  hurts  Thee  more, 

The  heart  at  laft  hath  flumber'd, 
That  in  conflict  fore  for  us 

Bore  our  fins  unnumbcr'd. 

Thou  awful  tomb, 
Once  fill'd  with  gloom ! 

How  blefTed  and  how  holy 
Art  thou  now,  fince  in  the  grave 

Slept  the  Saviour  lowly  ! 

Ho.v  calm  and  bleft 
The  dead  now  reft 
Who  in  the  Lord  departed  ! 
All  their  works  do  follow  them, 
Yea,  they  fleep  glad-hearted. 


6o  £nra  (fttnnanka. 

O  lead  us  Thou, 

To  reft  e'en  now, 
With  all  who  forely  anguilh'd 
'Neath  the  burden  of  their  fins, 
Long  in  woe  have  languifh'd 

O  BlefTed  Rock  ! 
Soon  grant  Thy  flock 
To  fee  Thy  Sabbath  morning  ! 
Strife  and  pain  will  all  be  pafr. 
When  that  day  is  dawning. 

Viktor  Strauss. 


fLvva  Q&mnamta.  6l 


VI. 

OUR   REST. 

ORD  Jefus,  who  our  fouls  to  five, 
Didft  reft  and  (lumber  in  the  grave, 
Now  grant  us  all  in  Thee  to  reft, 
And  here  to  live  as  feems  Thee  beft. 


Give  us  the  ftrength,  the  dauntlefs  faith, 
That  Thou  hast  purchased  with  Thy  death, 
And  lead  us  to  that  glorious  place, 
Where  we  mail  fee  the  Father's  face. 

O  Lamb  of  God!  who  once  waft  flain, 
We  thank  Thee  for  that  bitter  pain  ! 
Let  us  partake  Thy  death  that  we 
May  enter  into  life  with  Thee ! 

George  Werner.      1638. 


62  £m*a  ©ermcmica. 


EASTER. 


THE  SONG  OF  TRIUMPH. 

HRIST  the  Lord  is  rifen  again ! 
Chrift  hath  broken  every  chain  ! 
Hark,  the  angels  fhout  for  joy, 
Singing  evermore  on  high, 

Hallelujah. 

He  who  gave  for  us  His  life, 
Who  for  us  endured  the  ftrife, 
Is  our  Pafchal  Lamb  to-day  ! 
We  too  ling  for  joy,  and  fay  : 

Hallelujah. 

He  who  bore  all  pain  and  lofs 
Comfortlcfs  upon  the  crofs, 
Lives  in  glory  now  on  high, 
Pleads  for  us  and  hears  our  cry  : 
Hallelujah. 


ilma  (Bfcrmamco.  63 


He  whofe  path  no  records  tell, 
Who  defcended  into  hell, 
Who  the  ftrong  man  arm'd  hath  bound, 
Now  in  the  higher!  heaven  is  crown'd  : 
Hallelujah. 

He  who  flumbcr'd  in  the  grave, 
Is  exalted  now  to  fave  ; 
Now  through  Chriftendom  it  rings 
That  the  Lamb  is  King  of  kings  ! 
Hallelujah. 

Now  He  bids  us  tell  abroad, 
How  the  loft  may  be  reftored, 
How  the  penitent  forgiven, 
How  we  too  may  enter  heaven. 

Hallelujah. 

Thou  our  Pafchal  Lamb  indeed, 
Chrift,  to-day  Thy  people  feed  ; 
Take  our  fins  and  guilt  awav, 
Let  us  fing  by  night  and  day, 

Hallelujah. 
Bohemian  Brethren. 


64  iTnra  (Brnnamca. 


ii. 

CHRIST  OUR  CHAMPION. 

RE  yet  the  dawn  hath  fill'd  the  fides 
Behold  my  Saviour  Chrift  arife, 
chafeth  from  us  fin  and  night, 
d  brings  us  joy  and  life  and  light. 
Hallelujah. 

0  ftronger  Thou  than  Death  and  Hell, 
Where  is  the  foe  Thou  canft  not  quell 
What  heavy  Hone  Thou  canft  not  roll 
From  off  the  prifon'd  anguifh'd  foul  ? 

Hallelujah. 

If  Jefus  lives,  can  I  be  sad  ? 

1  know  He  loves  me,  and  am  glad ; 
Though  all  the  world  were  dead  to  me, 
Enough,  O  Chrift,  if  I  have  Thee ! 

Hallelujah. 

He  feeds  me,  comforts  and  defends, 
And  when  I  die  His  angel  fends 
To  bear  me  whither  He  is  gone, 
For  o[  His  own  He  lofeth  none. 

Hallelujah. 


i'nra  (Scrmanica.  65 


No  more  to  fear  or  grief  I  bow, 
God  and  the  angels  love  me  now ; 
The  joys  prepared  for  me  to-day 
Drive  fear  and  mourning  far  away  ; 

Hallelujah. 

Strong  Champion  !    For  this  comfort  fee 
The  whole  world  brings  her  thanks  to  Thee ; 
And  once  we  too  (hall  raife  above 
More  fweet  and  loud  the  fong  we  love  ; 

Hallelujah. 
J.   Heermaxx.      1630. 


66  £ma  (Bxrmanica. 


in. 

THE  WHOLE  WORLD  RESTORED  IN 
CHRIST. 


SAY  to  all  men,  far  and  near, 
That  He  is  rifen  again ; 

That  He  is  with  us  now  and  here, 
And  ever  fhall  remain. 


And  what  I  fay,  let  each  this  morn 

Go  tell  it  to  his  friend, 
That  foon  in  every  place  fhall  dawn 

His  kingdom  without  end. 

Now  firft  to  fouls  who  thus  awake 

Seems  earth  a  fatherland, 
A  new  and  endlefs  life  they  take 

With  rapture  from  His  hand. 

The  fears  of  death  and  of  the  grave 
Are  whelm'd  beneath  the  fea, 

And  every  heart  now  light  and  brave 
May  face  the  things  to  be. 


ilma  (ftermanica.  67 

The  way  of  darknefs  that  He  trod 

To  Heaven  at  la  ft  fhall  come, 
And  he  who  hearkens  to  His  word 

Shall  reach  His  Father's  home. 

Now  let  the  mourner  grieve  no  more, 

Though  his  beloved  fleep, 
A  happier  meeting  fhall  reltore 

Their  light  to  eyes  that  weep. 

Now  every  heart  each  noble  deed 

With  new  refolve  may  dare, 
A  glorious  harveft  fhall  the  feed 

In  happier  regions  bear. 

He  lives,  His  prefence  hath  not  ceafed, 

Though  foes  and  fears  be  rife ; 
And  thus  we  hail  in  Eafter's  feaft 

A  world  renewed  to  life ! 

Novalis.      1772- 1 801. 


68  Cnrci  (Bcnnanicct. 


IV. 


THE  RESURRECTION  FROM  THE  DEATH 

OF  SIN. 

^fSj,      RISEN  Lord  !  O  conquering  King  ! 

O  Life  of  all  that  live ! 
To-day  that  peace  of  Eafler  bring 

Which  only  Thou  canft  give ! 

Once  death,  our  foe, 

Had  laid  Thee  low, 
Now  haft  Thou  rent  his  bonds  in  twain, 
Now  art  Thou  rifen  who  once  waft  flain ! 

The  power  of  Thy  great  majefty 

Burfts  rocks  and  tombs  away, 
Thy  viclory  raifes  us  with  Thee 
Into  the  glorious  day ; 
Now  Satan's  might 
And  Death's  dark  night 
Have  loft  their  power  this  blefled  morn, 
And  we  to  higher  life  are  born. 

Oh  that  our  hearts  might  inly  know 

Thy  victory  over  death, 
And  gazing  on  Thy  conflict  glow 

With  eager  dauntlcfs  faith  ; 


ilma  (Pcrmantca.  69 


Thy  quenchlcfs  light, 

Thy  glorious  might 
Still  comfortlefs  and  lonely  leave 
The  foul  that  cannot  yet  believe. 

Then  break  through  our  hard  hearts  Thy  way, 

O  Jefus,  conquering  King  ! 
Kindle  the  lamp  of  faith  to-day, 
Teach  our  faint  hearts  to  ling 
For  joy  at  length, 
That  in  Thy  ftrength 
We  too  may  rife  whom  fin  had  (lain, 
And  Thine  eternal  reft  attain. 

And  when  our  tears  for  fin  o'erflow, 

Do  Thou  in  love  draw  near, 
The  precious  gift  of  peace  beftow, 
Shine  on  us  bright  and  clear ; 
That  fo  may  we, 
O  Chrift,  from  Thee 
Drink  in  the  life  that  cannot  die, 
And  keep  true  Eafter  feafts  on  high. 

Yes,  let  us  truly  know  within 

Thy  rifing  from  the  dead ; 
And  quit  the  grave  of  death  and  fin, 
And  keep  that  gift,  our  Head, 
That  Thou  didir.  leave 
For  all  who  cleave 
To  Thee  through  all  this  earthly  ftrife, 
So  fhall  we  enter  into  life. 

J.     H.     BOHMER.         I706. 


7°  £gva  (Ewmamca. 


v. 

THE    WALK    TO    EltfMAUS. 

AD  with  longing,  lick  with  fears, 
Two  toward  Emmaus  flowly  go, 

And  their  eyes  are  dim  with  tears, 
And  their  hearts  opprefs'd  with  wo, 

Of  their  ruin'd  hopes  they  talk ; 

Yet  while  thus  they  fadly  walk, 

Jefus  is  not  far  away, 

And  their  fears  mail  foon  allay. 

Ah !  and  Hill  how  many  a  heart 

Onward  toils  in  filent  grief, 
Mourning  o'er  its  woes  apart, 

Hopelefs  now  of  all  relief; 
Oft  it  fecks  to  walk  alone, 
But  to  weep  its  fill  unknown ; 
Yet  my  Jefus  cometh  now, 
Afking,  wherefore  weepeft  thou? 

Many  a  time  I've  felt  indeed 
That  He  leaves  mc  ne'er  alone, 

In  the  hour  of  utmoft  need 

Then  Himfblf  He  makcth  known; 


£nrct  0>ermamca.  71 

When  in  forrow  I  confume 
As  though  He  no  more  could  come, 
Lo  !  I  find  Him  more  than  near, 
Quickly  with  His  help  He's  here. 

Trueft  Friend,  who  canft  not  fail  me, 

Evermore  abide  with  me ; 
When  the  world  would  moll  afTail  me, 

Then  Thy  prefence  let  me  fee ; 
When  its  heavieft  thunders  roll, 
Shelter  Thou  my  trembling  foul, 
Come  and  in  my  fpirit  reft, 
I  will  do  what  feems  Thee  belt. 

When  I  dread  fome  coming  ill, 
Lord,  then  bid  me  think  of  this, 

That  my  Saviour  loves  me  frill, 
And  that  I  am  furely  His : 

More  of  Thy  word  let  me  learn, 

Till  my  heart  within  me  burn, 

Fill'd  with  love,  and  in  Thy  Light 

Learn  to  know  her  Lord  aright. 

Comfort  thofe  who,  fill'd  with  gloom, 

Lonely  on  their  journey  go, 
Or  within  their  filent  room 

Cry  to  Thee  from  depths  of  wo  ; 
When  they  leave  the  world  apart, 
There  to  weep  out  all  their  heart, 
Let  them  hear  Thy  whifper  mild  ; 
Wherefore  doft  thou  mourn,  mv  child? 


7*  Cgra  ©armamca. 


When  life's  day  hath  fleeted  by, 

When  the  night  of  death  is  near, 
When  in  vain  the  darken'd  eye 

Seeks  fome  Hay,  fome  helper  here  : 
Then  Thy  followers'  prayer  fulfil, 
Then  abide  Thou  with  us  ftill, 
Till  Thou  give  us  peace  and  reft 
Stay,  O  ftay,  Thou  noble  gueft  ! 

L.  E.  S.  Muller. 


£m*a  (Bcrmanica.  73 


ASCENSION, 


THE  WAY  OPENED. 

O-DAY  our  Lord  went  up  on  high, 
And  Co  our  fongs  we  raife ; 
To  Him  with  ftrong  defire  we  cry 
To  keep  us  in  His  grace, 
For  we  poor  finners  here  beneath 
Are  dwelling  frill  'mid  woe  and  death, 
All  hope  in  Him  we  place. 

Hallelujah. 

Thank  God  that  now  the  way  is  made ! 

The  cherub-guarded  door, 
Through  Him  on  whom  our  help  was  laid 

Stands  open  evermore  ; 
Who  knoweth  this  is  glad  at  heart, 
And  fwift  prepares  him  to  depart 
Where  Chriit.  is  gone  before. 

Hallelujah. 
4 


74  Cgra  (Ewmamra. 

Our  heavenward  courfe  begins  when  we 
Have  found  our  Father,  God, 

And  join  us  to  His  Tons,  and  flee 
The  paths  that  once  we  trod  ; 

For  he  looks  down,  and  they  look  up, 

They  feel  His  love,  they  live  in  hope, 
Until  they  meet  their  Lord. 

Hallelujah. 

Then  all  the  depths  of  joy  that  lie 

In  this  day  we  fhall  know, 
When  we  are  made  like  Him  on  high, 

Whom  we  confefs  below, 
When  bath'd  in  life's  eternal  flood 
We  dwell  with  Him,  the  higheft  Good  : 
God  grant  us  this  to  know  ! 

Hallelujah. 
J.  Zwick.      1538. 


£nra  ©crmamca.  7s 


II. 


CHRIST'S  ASCENSION  THE  GROUND 
OF  OURS. 

INCE  Chrift  is  gone  to  heaven,  His  home 
I  too  muft  one  day  fhare  ; 
And  in  this  hope  I  overcome 
All  anguifh,  all  defpair; 
For  where  the  Head  is,  well  we  know 
The  members  he  hath  left  below 
In  time  He  gathers  there. 

Since  Chrift  hath  reach'd  His  glorious  throne 

And  mighty  gifts  are  His, 
My  heart  can  reft  in  heaven  alone, 

On  earth  my  Lord  I  mifs, 
I  long  to  be  with  Him  on  high, 
And  heart  and  thoughts  would  hourly  fly 

Where  now  my  trcafure  is. 

From  Thy  afcenfion  let  fuch  grace, 

My  Lord,  be  found  in  me, 
That  fteadfaft  faith  may  guide  my  ways 

Unfaultering  up  to  Thee, 
And  at  Thy  voice  I  may  depart 
With  joy  to  dwell  where  Thou,  Lord,  art ; 

Oh  grant  this  prayer  to  me  ! 

Josua  Wegelin.      1636. 


76  £nra  (Ewmantca. 


ill. 

THE  KINGDOM  OF  CHRIST. 

ONQUERING  Prince  and  Lord  of  glory  ! 
Majcfty  enthroned  in  light ! 
All  the  heavens  arc  bow'd  before  Thee, 
Far  beyond  them  fpreads  Thy  might ; 
Shall  I  fall  not  at  Thy  feet, 
And  my  heart  with  rapture  beat, 
Now  Thy  glory  is  difplay'd, 
Thine  ere  yet  the  worlds  were  made  ? 


Far  and  wide,  Thou  heavenly  Sun, 

Now  Thy  brightnefs  ftreams  abroad, 
And  Heaven's  hoft  anew  hath  won 

Light  and  gladnefs  from  its  Lord  ; 
Hark,  how  yon  unnumber'd  throng 
Welcome  Thee  with  joyous  fong  : 
Sec,  Thy  children  weak  and  few 
Here  would  cry  Hofanna  too. 

Of  Thy  cup  fhall  I  not  drink, 
Now  Thy  glories  o'er  me  fhine  ? 

Shall  my  courage  ever  fink, 

Now  I  know  all  power  is  Thine? 


ilma  (Scrmamca.  77 

I  will  trull  Thee,  O  my  King, 
And  will  fear  no  earthly  thing, 
Henceforth  will  I  bow  the  knee 
To  no  ruler,  fave  to  Thee. 

Power  and  Spirit  now  o'erflow, 

On  me  alfo  be  they  pour'd, 
Till  Thy  laft  and  mightieft.  foe 

Hath  been  made  Thy  footftool,  Lord ; 
Yea,  let  earth's  remoter!,  end 
To  Thy  righteous  fceptre  bend, 
Make  Thy  way  before  Thee  plain, 
O'er  all  hearts  and  fpirits  reign. 

Lo  !  Thy  prefence  filleth  now 
All  Thy  Church  in  every  place, 

To  my  heart,  oh  enter  Thou, 
See,  it  thirtieth  for  Thy  grace ; 

Come,  Thou  King  of  glory,  come, 

Deign  to  make  my  heart  Thy  home, 

There  abide  and  rule  alone, 

As  upon  Thy  heavenly  throne ! 

Parting,  doit  Thou  bring  Thy  life, 
God  and  heaven,  molt,  inly  near : 
Let  me  rife  o'er  earthly  ftrife, 

As  though  itill  I  faw  Thee  here, 
And  my  heart  tranfplanted  hence, 
Strange  to  earth  and  time  and  fenfe, 
Dwell  with  Thee  in  heaven  e'en  now, 
Where  our  only  joy  art  Thou  ! 

Tersteegen-.      i  7  3  I- 


78  Cnra  (fiwmanica. 


IV. 

THE    THRONE    OF    GRACE. 

\R\Y  Jefus,  if  the  feraphim, 

The  burning  hoft  that  near  Thee  Hand, 
Before  Thy  Majefty  are  dim, 
And  veil  their  face  at  Thy  command; 
How  mall  thefe  mortal  eyes  of  mine, 
Now  dark  with  evil's  hateful  night, 
Endure  to  gaze  upon  the  light 
That  aye  furrounds  that  throne  of  Thine  ? 

Yet  grant  the  eye  of  faith,  O  Lord, 
To  pierce  within  the  Holy  Place, 

For  I  am  faved  and  Thou  adored, 
If  I  am  quicken'd  by  Thy  grace. 

Behold,  O  King,  before  Thy  throne 
My  foul  in  lowly  love  doth  bend, 
Oh  fhow  Thyfelf  her  gracious  Friend^ 

And  fay,  "I  choofe  thee  for  mine  own." 

Have  mercy,  Lord  of  love,  for  long 

My  fpirit  for  Thy  mercy  fighs, 
My  inmoft  foul  hath  found  a  tongue, 

"  Be  merciful,  O  God,"  fhe  cries ! 


Cgra  (Bcrmcmica.  79 

I  know  Thou  wilt  not  bid  me  go, 
Thou  canft  not  be  ungracious,  Lord, 
To  one  for  whom  Thy  blood  was  pour'd, 

Whofe  guilt  was  cancell'd  by  Thy  woe. 

Here  in  Thy  gracious  hands  I  fall, 

To  Thee  I  cling  with  faith's  embrace, 

O  righteous  Sovereign,  hear  my  call, 
And  turn,  O  turn,  to  me  in  grace  ! 

For  through  Thy  forrows  I  am  juft, 
And  guilt  no  more  in  me  is  found, 
Thus  reconciled,  my  foul  is  bound 

To  Thee  in  endlefs  love  and  truft. 

And  let  Thy  wifdom  be  my  guide, 
Nor  take  Thy  light  from  me  away, 

Thy  grace  be  ever  at  my  fide, 

That  from  the  path  I  may  not  ftray 

That  Thou  doft  love,  but  evermore 
In  fteadfaft  faith  my  courfe  fulfil, 
And  keep  Thy  word,  and  do  Thy  will, 

Thy  love  within,  Thy  heaven  before ! 

Reach  down  and  arm  me  with  Thy  hand, 
And  ftrengthen  me  with  inner  might, 

That  I  through  faith  may  ftrive  and  ftand 
Though  craft  and  force  againft  me  fight : 

So  fhall  the  kingdom  of  Thy  love 

Be  through  me  and  within  me  fpread, 
That  honours  Thee,  our  glorious  Head, 

And  crowncth  us  in  realms  above. 


8o  £m*ct  (fftrmomco. 

Yes,  yes,  to  Thee  my  foul  would  cleave, 
O  choofe  it,  Saviour,  for  Thy  throne ! 

Couldft  Thou  in  love  to  me  once  leave 
The  glory  that  was  all  Thine  own, 

So  honour  Thou  my  life  and  heart 

That  Thou  mayfl  find  a  heaven  in  me, 
And  when  this  houfe  decay'd  fhall  be, 

Then  grant  the  heaven  where  now  Thou  art. 

To  Thee  I  rife  in  faith  on  high, 

Oh  bend  Thou  down  in  love  to  me ! 

Let  nothing  rob  me  of  this  joy, 

That  all  my  foul  is  filPd  with  Thee ; 

As  long  as  I  have  life  and  breath, 
Thee  will  I  honour,  fear,  and  love, 
And  when  this  heart  hath  ceafed  to  move, 

Yet  Love  fhall  live  and  conquer  death. 

W.  C.  Dessler.      1692. 


i'nra  ©crmantca. 


WHITSUNTIDE. 

i. 

THE  WORK  OF  THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

OLY  Spirit,  once  again 

Come  Thou  true  Eternal  God ! 
Nor  Thy  power  defcend  in  vain, 
Make  us  ever  Thine  abode ; 
So  mall  Spirit,  joy,  and  light 
Dwell  in  us  where  all  was  night. 

Pour  into  our  heart  and  mind 

Wifdom,  counfel,  truth,  and  love  ; 

That  we  be  to  nought  inclined, 

Save  what  Thou  mayft  well  approve ; 

Let  Thy  knowledge  fpread  and  grow, 

Working  error's  overthrow. 

Guide  us,  Lord,  from  day  to  day, 
Keep  us  in  the  paths  of  grace, 

Clear  all  hindrances  away 

That  might  foil  us  in  the  race ; 

When  we  Humble  hear  our  call, 

Work  repentance  for  our  fall. 
4* 


82  Ctiva  (Ewmanira. 

Witnefs  in  our  hearts  that  God 

Counts  us  children  through  His  Son, 

That  our  Father's  gentle  rod 
Smites  us  for  our  good  alone, 

So  when  tried,  perplex'd,  diftreft 

In  His  love  we  Hill  may  reft. 

Quicken  us  to  feek  His  face 
Freely,  with  a  trufting  heart, 

In  our  prayers  O  breathe  Thy  grace, 
Go  with  us  when  we  depart, 

So  fhall  our  requeft  be  heard, 

And  our  faith  to  joy  be  ftirr'd. 

And  whene'er  a  yearning  ftrong 

PrefTes  out  the  bitter  cry, 
Ah  my  God,  how  long,  how  long  ? 

Then  O  let  me  find  Thee  nigh, 
And  Thy  words  of  healing  balm 
Bring  me  courage,  patience,  calm. 

Spirit  Thou  of  ftrength  and  power 
Thou  new  Spirit  God  hath  given, 

Aid  us  in  temptation's  hour, 

Train  and  perfect  us  for  heaven, 

Arm  us  in  the  battle-field 

Leave  us  never  there  to  yield. 

Lord,  prefcrve  us  in  the  faith, 
Suffer  nought  to  drive  us  thence, 

Neither  Satan,  fcorn,  nor  death; 
Be  our  God  and  our  defence, 


ilma  (Bcrmcmica.  83 


Though  the  flelh  refill  Thy  will, 
Let  Thy  word  be  flronger  flill. 

And  when  we  at  laft  mull  die, 

Oh  allure  the  finking  heart 
Of  the  glorious  realm  on  high 

Where  Thou  healcfl  every  smart, 
Of  the  joys  unfpeakable 
Where  our  God  would  have  us  dwell. 

Anon. 


84  Cnra  C&rrmantca. 


II. 


THE  SPIRIT  OF  WISDOM,  LOVE,  AND 
JOY. 


WEETEST  Joy  the  foul  can  know, 
Faireft  Light  was  ever  fhed, 
Who  alike  in  joy  or  woe, 
Leaved  none  unvifited  ; 
Spirit  of  the  Higheft  God, 
Lord,  from  whom  is  life  bestow'd, 
Who  upholder!:  everything, 
Hear  me,  hear  me,  while  I  ling  ! 

For  the  nobleft  gift  Thou  art 

That  a  foul  e'er  fought  or  won, 
Have  I  wifh'd  Thee  to  my  heart, 
Then  my  wifning  all  is  done ; 
Ah  then  yield  Thee,  nor  refufe 
Here  to  dwell,  for  Thou  didft  choofe 
This  my  heart,  from  e'en  its  birth, 
For  Thy  temple  here  on  earth. 

Thou  art  filed  like  gentltft  fhowers 
From  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

Bringeft  to  this  earth  of  ours 

Purcft  blefTmg  from  their  throne  ; 


£nvci  (Pcrmamca.  g5 

Suffer  then,  O  noble  Guefl, 
That  rich  gift  by  Thee  pofTefl, 
That  Thou  givefl  at  Thy  will 
All  my  foul  and  flefh  to  fill. 

Thou  art  wife,  before  Thee  fland 
Hidden  things  unveiPd  to  Thee, 

Counter!  up  the  grains  of  fand, 
Fathomeft  the  deeper!  fea, 

And  Thou  knowefl  well  how  blind, 

Dark  and  crooked  is  my  mind  ; 

Give  me  wifdom,  in  Thy  light 

Let  me  pleafe  my  God  aright. 

Thou  art  holy,  entered:  in 

Where  pure  hearts  Thy  coming  wrait, 
But  Thou  fleefl  fhame  and  fin, 

Craft  and  falfehood  Thou  dofl  hate; 
Wafh  me  then,  O  Well  of  grace, 
Every  {lain  and  fpot  efface, 
Let  me  flee  what  Thou  dofl  flee, 
Grant  me  what  Thou  lov'fl  to  fee. 

Thou  art  loving,  hatefl  flrife, 

As  a  lamb  of  patient  mood, 
Calm  through  all  our  refllefs  life, 

Even  to  finncrs  kind  and  good  ; 
Grant  me,  too,  this  noble  mind, 
To  be  calm  and  true  and  kind, 
Loving  every  friend  or  foe, 
Grieving  none  wr!t>m  Thou  dofl  know. 


86  Cyra  (SScrmanica. 

Well  contented  is  my  heart, 

If  but  Thou  rejedl  me  not ; 
If  but  Thou  wilt  ne'er  depart, 
I  am  bleft  whate'er  my  lot ; 
Thine  for  ever  make  me  now, 
And  to  Thee,  my  Lord,  I  vow 
Here  and  yonder  to  employ 
Every  power  for  Thee  with  joy. 

Be  my  help  when  danger's  nigh, 

When  I  fink  hold  Thou  me  up, 
Be  my  life  when  I  mud  die, 

In  the  grave  be  Thou  my  hope ; 
Bring  me  when  I  rife  again 
To  the  land  that  knows  no  pain, 
Where  Thy  followers  from  Thy  ftream 
Drink  for  ever  joys  fupreme. 

Paul  Gerhardt.      1653. 


£ma  ©mncmtca.  87 

in. 

THE    UNITY    OF    THE    SPIRIT. 

,HE  Church  of  Chrift  that  He  nath  hal- 
low 'd  here 
To    be   His   houfe,  is   fcatter'd   far   and 
near, 

In  North  and  South  and  Eaft  and  Weil:  abroad, 
And  yet  in  earth  and  heaven,  through  Chrift  her  Lord, 
The  Church  is  one. 

One  member  knoweth  not  another  here, 
And  yet  their  fellowfhip  is  true  and  near, 
One  is  their  Saviour,  and  their  Father  one, 
One  Spirit  rules  them,  and  among  them  none 
Lives  to  himfelf. 

They  live  to  Him  who  bought  them  writh  His  blood, 
Baptized  them  with  His  Spirit  pure  and  good, 
And  in  true  faith  and  ever-burning  love 
Their  hearts  and  hope  afcend  to  feek  above 
The  eternal  Good. 

O  Spirit  of  the  Lord,  all  life  is  Thine, 
Now  fill  Thy  Church  with  life  and  power  divine, 
That  many  children  may  be  born  to  Thee, 
And  fpread  Thy  knowledge  like  the  boundlcfs  fea, 
To  Christ's  great  praise. 
A.   G.  Spangenberg.      1747. 


£ma  (&mnan\ta. 


IV. 
THE    STRENGTH    OF    THE    CHURCH. 


ARK,  the  Church  proclaims  her  honour 
And  her  ftrength  is  only  this : 
God  hath  laid  His  choice  upon  her, 
And  the  work  fhe  doth  is  His. 


He  His  Church  hath  firmly  founded, 
He  will  guard  what  He  began ; 

We,  by  fin  and  foes  furrounded, 
Build  her  bulwarks  as  we  can. 

Frail  and  fleeting  are  our  powers, 
Short  our  days,  our  forefight  dim, 

And  we  own  the  choice  not  ours, 
We  were  chofen  firft  by  Him. 

Onward  then !  for  nought  defpairing, 

Calm  we  follow  at  His  word, 
Thus  through  joy  and  forrow  bearing 

Faithful  witnefs  to  our  Lord. 

Though  we  here  mull  ftrive  with  weakncfs, 
Though  in  tears  we  often  bend, 

What  His  might  began  in  meeknefs 
Shall  achieve  a  glorious  end. 

S.    PrEISWERK. 


ilma  ©ermantca.  89 


v. 

THE    DIFFUSION    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 


PREAD,  oh  fpread,  thou  mighty  Word, 
Spread  the  kingdom  of  the  Lord, 
Wherefoe'er  His  breath  has  given 
Life  to  beings  meant  for  heaven. 

Tell  them  how  the  Father's  will 
Made  the  world,  and  keeps  it  Hill, 
How  He  fent  His  Son  to  fave 
All  who  help  and  comfort  crave. 

Tell  of  our  Redeemer's  love, 
Who  for  ever  doth  remove 
By  His  holy  facrifice, 
All  the  guilt  that  on  us  lies. 

Tell  them  of  the  Spirit  given 
Now,  to  guide  us  up  to  heaven, 
Strong  and  holy,  juft  and  true, 
Working  both  to  will  and  do. 

Word  of  Life !  moll  pure  and  ftrong, 
Lo  !   for  Thee  the  nations  long  ; 


9°  £nva  ©crmanica. 

Spread,  till  from  its  dreary  night 
All  the  world  awakes  to  light. 

Up,  the  ripening  fields  ye  fee, 
Mighty  mail  the  harveft  be, 
But  the  reapers  ftill  are  few, 
Great  the  work  they  have  to  do. 

Lord  of  harveft,  let  there  be 

Joy  and  flrength  to  work  for  Thee, 

Let  the  nations  far  and  near 

See  Thy  Light,  and  learn  Thy  fear. 

Bahnmaier. 


£nva  (Bevmanica. 


TRINITY. 


A  MORNING  HYMN. 

HEE  Fount  of  blefTmg  we  adore ! 
Lo  !  we  unlock  our  lips  before 
Thy  Godhead's  deep  of  holinefs, 
Oh  deign  to  hear  us  now  and  blefs. 


The  Lord,  the  Maker,  with  us  dwell, 
In  foul  and  body  fhield  us  well, 
And  guard  us  with  His  fleepless  might 
From  every  ill  by  day  and  night. 

The  Lord,  the  Saviour,  Light  Divine, 
Now  caufe  His  face  on  us  to  mine, 
That  feeing  Him,  with  perfect  faith 
We  truft  His  love  for  life  and  death. 

The  Lord,  the  Comforter,  be  near, 
Imprint  His  image  deeply  here, 
From  bonds  of  fin  and  dread  releafe, 
And  give  us  His  unchanging  peace. 


92  Ctira  (Srrmanica. 

O  Triune  God  !     Thou  vail  abyfs ! 
Thou  ever-flowing  Fount  of  blifs, 
Flow  through  us,  heart  and  foul  and  will 
With  endlefs  praife  and  blefling  fill ! 

Tersteegen.     i  73  i. 


£m*ci  (Pcrmcmtca.  93 


II. 

THE  FATHER,  REDEEMER,  GUIDE. 

Father-eye,  that  hath  To  truly  watch'd, 

O  Father-hand,  that  hath  fo  gently  led, 
O  Father-heart,  that  by  my  prayer  is 
touch'd, 

That  loved  me  firft  when  I  was  cold  and  dead  : 
Still  do  Thou  lead  me  on  with  faithful  care 

The   narrow  path  to  heaven  where  I  would  go, 
And  train  me  for  the  life  that  waits  me  there, 
Alike  through  love  and  lofs,  through  weal  and  wo. 

O  my  Redeemer,  who  for  me  waft  (lain, 

Who  bringeft  me  forgivenefs  and  releafe, 
Whofe  death  has  ranfom'd  me  to  God  again, 

That  now  my  heart  can  reft  in  perfect  peace ; 
Still  more  and  more  do  Thou  my  foul  redeem, 

From  every  bondage  fet  me  wholly  free, 
Though  Evil  oft  the  mightieft  power  may  feem, 

Still  make  me  more  than  conqueror,  Lord,  in 
Thee. 


94  Cgra  <B>*nnamca. 

O  Holy  Spirit,  who  with  gcntlcfl  breath 

Dofl  teach  to  pray,  doll  comfort  or  reprove, 
Who  giveft  us  all  joy  and  hope  and  faith, 

Through  whom  we  live  at  peace  with  God  in 
love ; 
Still  do  Thou  fhed  Thine  influences  abroad, 

Let  me  the  Father's  image  ever  wear, 
Make  me  a  holy  temple  of  my  God, 

Where  dwells  for  ever  calm  adoring  prayer! 

Spitta. 


£nrct  (Pcrmanica.  95 


in. 

AN  EVENING  HYMN. 

NRUE  mirror  of  the  Godhead  !  Perfecl 
Light  ! 
Thou  Three  in  One,  whofe  never  {lum- 
bering might 
Enfolds  the  world  within  its  fheltering  wings, 
And  holds  in  being  all  created  things ! 

We  praife  Thee  with  the  earliefr.  morning  ray, 
We  praife  Thee  with  the  parting  beam  of  day ; 
All  things  that  live  and  move,  by  fea  and  land, 
For  ever  ready  at  Thy  fervice  ftand. 

Exhauftlefs  Treafure  !  Being  limitlefs ! 
What  gaze  hath  ever  pierced  Thy  deep  abyfs  ? 
Deep  Fount  of  Life  !  Light  inacceiTible  ! 
How  great  Thy  power,  O  God,  what  tongue  can 
tell? 

Thy  Chriftendom  is  finging  night  and  day, 

Glory  to  Him,  the  mighty  God,  for  aye, 

By  Whom,  through  Whom,  in  Whom  all  beings 

are! 
Grant  us  to  echo  on  this  fong;  afar  ! 


96  Cgva  (Ewmamca. 

* 

Thy  name  is  great,  Thy  kingdom  in  us  dwell, 
Thy  will  conftrain  and  feed  and  guide  us  well ; 
Spare  us,  redeem  us  in  the  evil  hour, 
For  Thine  the  glory,  Thine  the  rule,  the  power. 

J.  Franck.      1653. 


£ma  ©cvmanica.  97 


Btxvitts. 

MORNING  PRAYER. 

L 

FOR  THE  SABBATH  MORNING. 


IGHT  of  light  enlighten  me 

Now  anew  the  day  is  dawning ; 
Sun  of  grace,  the  fhadows  flee, 

Brighten  Thou  my  Sabbath  morning, 

With  Thy  joyous  funfhine  bleft 

Happy  is  my  day  of  reft ! 

Fount  of  all  our  joy  and  peace, 
To  Thy  living  waters  lead  me, 

Thou  from  earth  my  foul  releafe 

And  with  grace  and  mercy  feed  me  ; 

Blefs  Thy  word  that  it  may  prove 

Rich  in  fruits  that  Thou  doll  love. 


Cnrci  ©crmamca. 


Kindle  Thou  the  facrifice 

That  upon  my  lips  is  lying ; 
Clear  the  fhadows  from  mine  eyes 

That,  from  every  error  flying, 
No  ftrange  fire  within  me  glow 
That  Thine  altar  doth  not  know. 

Let  me  with  my  heart  to-day, 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  fmging, 
Rapt  awhile  from  earth  away 

All  my  foul  to  Thee  upfpringing, 
Have  a  foretafte  inly  given 
How  they  worfhip  Thee  in  Heaven. 

Reft  in  me  and  I  in  Thee, 

Build  a  Paradife  within  me ; 
Oh  reveal  Thyfelf  to  me ; 

Bleffed  Love,  who  diedft  to  win  me ; 
Fed  from  Thine  exhauftlefs  urn 
Pure  and  bright  my  lamp  fhall  burn. 

Hence  all  care,  all  vanity, 
For  the  day  to  God  is  holy ; 

Come  Thou  glorious  Majefty 
Deign  to  fill  this  temple  lowly, 

Nought  to-day  my  foul  fhall  move 

Simply  refting  in  Thy  love. 

B.  Schmolck.      1 73 1. 


Cflra  (Bcnnantca.  99 


in. 

BEFORE    PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

LESSED  Jefus,  at  Thy  word 

We  are  gather'd  all  to  hear  Thee ; 
Let  our  hearts  and  fouls  be  ftirr'd 
Now  to  feek  and  love  and  fear  Thee ; 
By  Thy  teachings  fweet  and  holy 
Drawn  from  earth  to  love  Thee  folely. 

All  our  knowledge,  fenfe,  and  fight 
Lie  in  deepeft  darknefs  fhrouded, 

Till  Thy  Spirit  breaks  our  night 

With  the  beams  of  truth  unclouded ; 

Thou  alone  to  God  canft  win  us, 

Thou  mull  work  all  good  within  us. 

Glorious  Lord,  Thyfelf  impart ! 

Light  of  light  from  God  proceeding, 
Open  Thou  our  ears  and  heart, 

Help  us  by  Thy  Spirit's  pleading, 
Hear  the  cry  Thy  people  raifcs, 
Hear,  and  blefs  our  prayers  and  praifes ! 
T.   Clausnutzer.      i 67 1. 


IOO 


€ma  (&cvmamta. 


in. 


IN    TIME    OF  WAR  AND  PERSECUTION. 


tNCE  more  the  day-light  mines  abroad, 
O  Brethren  let  us  praife  the  Lord, 
Whofe  grace  and  mercy  thus  have  kept 
The  nightly  watch  while  we  have  flept. 


To  Him  let  us  together  pray 
With  one  heart  and  one  foul  to-day, 
That  He  would  keep  us  in  His  love, 
And  all  our  guilt  and  fin  remove. 

Eternal  God  !  Almighty  Friend, 
Whofe  deep  companions  have  no  end, 
Whofe  never-failing  ftrength  and  might 
Have  kept  us  fafely  through  the  night : 

Now  fend  us  from  Thy  heavenly  throne 
Thy  grace  and  help  through  Chrift  Thy  Son, 
That  with  Thy  ftrength  our  hearts  may  glow, 
And  fear  nor  man  nor  ghoftly  foe. 


Ah  Lord  God  !  hear  us  we  implore  ! 
Be  Thou  our  Guardian  evermore, 


£nrct  ©crmanica.  IQI 

Our  mighty  Champion  and  our  fhield 

Who  goeth  with  us  to  the  field. 

We  offer  up  ourfelves  to  Thee, 
That  heart  and  word  and  deed  may  be 
In  all  things  guided  by  Thy  mind, 
And  in  Thine  eyes  acceptance  find. 

Thus,  Lord,  we  bring  through  Chrift  Thy  Son 
Our  morning  offering  to  Thy  throne ; 
Now  be  Thy  precious  gift  outpoured, 
And  help  us  for  Thine  honour,  Lord ! 

Bohemian  Brethren. 


io2  £m*a  ©crmamca. 


IV. 

IN    TIME    OF    DISTRESS. 

Written  during  the  Thirty  Years'  War. 

HEN  anguifh'd  and  perplex'd  with  many 
•jn  a  figh  and  tear 

I  lift  mine  eyes  up  to  Thy  hills,  and 
/£2>^  pour  out  all  my  woe, 

Thou  bendeft  down  Thine  ear, 
And  never  from  Thy  face,  my  Lord,  uncomforted 
I  go. 


My  help  and  my  defence  come,  faithful  God, 
from  Thee, 
By  Whom  the  heavens  were  fix'd,  and  earth's  foun- 
dations laid ; 
Man  cannot  fuccour  me, 
Before  Thy  throne  alone  we  find  our  refuge  and  our 
aid. 


Cnra  (Bmnanica.  103 

Thou  watcheft  that  my  foot  mould  neither  flip 
nor  ftray, 
Thou  guideft  me  Thyfelf  through  all  my  dark   and 
troubled  courfe, 
Thou  pointed  me  the  way 
Amid  the  fnares  of  fin  and  death,  and  this  world's 
craft  and  force. 

Guardian  of  Ifrael !   Thou  doll  (lumber  not, 
nor  fleep, 
Thine  eye  is  open  day  and  night,  Hill  watching  over 
thofe 
Who  true  allegiance  keep 
To  Jems'  banner  of  the  Crofs,  and  bravely  meet 
His  foes. 

And  when  Thou  bidd'ft  me  leave  this  world 
of  ftrife  and  pain, 
Grant  me  in  Thee  a  fteadfaft  hope,  and  gentle  quick 
releafe, 
Knowing  we  rife  again 
To  dwell  where  death  and  war  are  not,  in  endlefs 
joy  and  peace. 

M.    A.    VON    LOWENSTERN. 


104 


Cgra  (Ewmanica. 


THE  CHRISTIAN'S  MORNING  SACRIFICE. 


THOU  Mofl:  Highefl!  Guardian  of  man- 
kind ! 
Supreme  exhauftlefs  good  Thou  art ! 
To  Thee  I  offer  foul  and  heart : 
Praife  Him  all  creatures  with  your  flrength  and  mind, 
For  He  is  kind ! 


Yes,  Lord,  'tis  of  Thy  power  alone  to-day 
That  flill  I  draw  my  living  breath, 
Thy  grace  preferves  me  Hill  from  death, 

O  Father-heart,  reject  me  not,  but  flay 
With  me  to-day. 


O  Ifrael's  God,  I  bring  Thee  now  my  will, 
That  would  be  Thine  whate'er  it  cost, 
Love  Thy  good  gifts,  yet  love  Thee  mofl ; 

This  is  my  prayer  while  yet  the  morn  is  flill, 
Take  Thou  my  will. 


£gra  ©crmanica.  105 

O  Fount  of  grace,  in  love  be  Thou  my  guide, 
Thine  eye  look  down  on  me  in  power, 
Whate'er  I  do  or  am  each  hour 

Prepare  me  for  the  eternal  life,  abide 
Still  at  my  fide. 

The  foul  and  body  Thou  doll  hold  in  life, 
Be  ever  ready  in  Thy  fear 
To  fight  for  truth  and  juftice  here, 

And  trufting  Thee  to  meet  the  final  ftrife, 
For  Thou  art  Life. 

Bless  all  my  works  and  ways,  my  light  increafe, 

Order  my  doings  for  the  bell:, 

In  all  my  toil  be  Thou  my  reft, 
Until  at  laft  I  lay  me  down  in  peace 
That  cannot  ceafe. 

Joachim  Neander.      1679. 

-* 

:> 


Io6  Cyra  (Eformamca. 


VI. 
A    MORNING    SONG    OF    GLADNESS. 


S  a  bird  in  meadows  fair 
Or  in  lonely  foreft  rings 
Till  it  fills  the  fummer  air 

And  the  greenwood  fweetly  rings, 
So  my  heart  to  Thee  would  raife, 
O  my  God,  its  fong  of  praife 
That  the  gloom  of  night  is  o'er 
And  I  fee  the  fun  once  more. 


If  Thou,  Sun  of  Love,  arife, 

All  my  heart  with  joy  is  ftirr'd, 
And  to  greet  Thee  upward  flies 

Gladfome  as  yon  little  bird. 
Shine  Thou  in  me  clear  and  bright 
Till  I  learn  to  praife  Thee  right  ; 
Guide  me  in  the  narrow  way, 
Let  me  ne'er  in  darknefs  ftray. 

Blefs  to-day  whate'er  I  do, 

Blefs  whate'er  I  have  and  love ; 

From  the  paths  of  virtue  true 
Let  me  never  never  rove  ; 


ilma  (Bcrmctmca.  107 

By  Thy  Spirit  ftrengthen  me 
In  the  faith  that  leads  to  Thee, 
Then  an  heir  of  life  on  high 
Fearlefs  I  may  live  and  die. 

Anon.     About  1580. 


Io8  Cgrct  ©crmcmira. 


VII. 

A    MORNING    PRAYER. 

\  HE  golden  morn  flames  up  the  Eaftern  fky, 
And  what  dark  night  had  hid  from  every 

eye 
All-piercing  day-light  fummons  clear  to 
view : 
And  all  the  forefts,  vale  or  plain  01  hid, 
That  flept  in  mill  enfhrouded,  dark  and  ilill, 
In  gladfome  light  are  glittering  now  anew. 

Shine  in  my  heart,  and  bring  me  joy  and  light, 
Sun  of  my  darken'd  foul,  difpel  its  night, 

And  fried  in  it  the  truthful  day  abroad  ; 
And  all  the  many  gloomy  folds  lay  bare 
Within  this  heart,  that  fain  would  learn  to  wear 

The  pure  and  glorious  likenefs  of  its  Lord. 

Glad  with  Thy  light,  and  glowing  with  Thy  love, 
So  let  me  ever  fpeak  and  think  and  move 

As  fits  a  foul  new-touch'd  with  life  from  Heaven. 
That  fecks  but  fo  to  order  all  her  courfe 
As  moll  to  mow  the  glory  of  that  Source 

By  whom  alone  her  ftrcngth,  her  life  are  given. 


Cgra  ®trmanira.  109 

I  afk  not,  take  away  this  weight  of  care  ; 
No,  for  that  love  I  pray  that  all  can  bear, 

And  for  the  faith  that  whatfoe'er  befall 
Muft  needs  be  good,  and  for  my  profit  prove, 
Since  from  my  Father's  heart  moil  rich  in  love, 

And  from  His  bounteous  hands  it  cometh  all. 

I  afk  not  that  my  courfe  be  calm  and  Hill ; 
No,  here  too,  Lord,  be  done  Thy  holy  will ; 

I  afk  but  for  a  quiet  childlike  hear: ; 
Though  thronging  cares  and  reftlefs  toil  be  mine, 
Yet  may  my  heart  remain  for  ever  Thine, 

Draw  it  from  earth,  and  fix  it  where  Thou  art. 

I  afk  Thee  not  to  fmifh  foon  the  itrife, 
The  toil,  the  trouble  of  this  earthly  life  ; 

N   ,     -  ;  ami  .  its  grief  and  pain  ; 

I  pray  not,  grant  me  now  Thy  realm  on  high; 
No,  ere  I  die  let  me  to  evil  die, 

And  through  Thy  crofs  my  fins  be  wholly  flain. 

True  Morning  Sun  of  all  my  life,  I  pray 
That  not  in  vain  Thou  mine  on  me  to-.i 

Be  Thou  my  light  when  all  around  is  gloom  ; 
Thy  brightnefs,  hope,  and  courage  on  me  fried, 
That  I  may  joy  to  fee  when  life  is  fled 

The  fetting  fun  that  brings  the  pilgrim  home. 

S  PITTA. 


110  ilma  (Strmonko. 


EVENING    PRAYER. 


TRUST  IN  GOD. 

HE  night  is  come,  wherein  at  la  ft  we  reft, 
God  order  this  and  all  things  for  the  beft  ! 
::h  His  bleiSng  fearlefs  we  may  lie 
Since  He  is  nidi. 


Drive  evil  thoughts  and  (pints  far  away, 
O  Matter,  watch  o'er  us  till  dawning  day, 
Body  and  foul  alike  from  harm  defend, 
Thine  angel  fend. 

Let  holy  prayers  and  thoughts  our  lateft  be, 
Let  us  awake  with  jov,  ftill  clofe  to  Thee, 
In  all  ferve  Thee,  in  every  deed  and  thought 
Thv  praife  be  fought. 

-  to  the  fick  as  Thv  beloved  deep, 
And  help  the  captive,  comfort  thofe  who  weep, 
Care  for  the  widows'  and  the  orphans'  woe, 
Keep  far  our  foe. 


t/Qta  tfarnumito.  «i 

3  have  no  call, 

Save  Thee,  O  Go:  in  hea  car'ft  for  all, 

rorfake  them  never  day  c 

Who  love  Thee  right. 

Father,  Thy  Name  be  praifed,  Thy  Kingdom  come, 

Thy  will  be  wrought  as  in  our  heavenly  home, 
Keep  us  in  life,  forgive  our  fins,  deliver 

Us  :  :  ■  .-:  !      A:. 

Bohemian  Brethren. 


112 


Cgra  (Brrmanica. 


II. 

AN  EVENING  THANKSGIVING. 


INK  not  yet,  my  foul,  to  flumber, 
Wake,  my  heart,  go  forth  and  tell 
All  the  mercies  without  number 
That  this  by-gone  day  befell  ; 
Tell  how  God  hath  kept  afar 
All  things  that  againft  me  war, 
Hath  upheld  me  and  defended, 
And  His  grace  my  foul  befriended. 

Father,  merciful  and  holy, 

Thee  to-night  I  praife  and  blefs, 

Who  to  labour  true  and  lowly 
Granteft  ever  meet  fuccefs ; 

Many  a  fin  and  many  a  woe, 

Many  a  fierce  and  fubtle  {oc 

Hafl  Thou  check'd  that  once  alarm'd  me, 

So  that  nought  to-day  has  harm'd  me. 

Yes,  our  wifdom  vainly  ponders, 
Fathoms  not  Thy  loving  thought ; 

Never  tongue  can  tell  the  wonders 
That  each  day  for  us  are  wrought; 


£nrct  ©armanica.  !I3 

So  Thou'ft  guided  me  to-day 
That  no  ill  hath  crofs'd  my  way, 
There  is  neither  bound  nor  meafure 
[n  Thy  love's  o'erflowing  treafure. 

Now  the  light,  that  all  things  gladdens, 

And  the  pomp  of  day  is  gone, 
And  my  heart  is  tired  and  faddens 
As  the  gloomy  night  comes  on ; 
Ah  then,  with  Thy  changelefs  light 
Warm  and  cheer  my  heart  to-night, 
As  the  fhadows  round  me  gather 
Keep  me  clofe  to  Thee,  my  Father. 

Of  Thy  grace  I  pray  Thee  pardon 
All  my  fins,  and  heal  their  fmart ; 

Sore  and  heavy  is  their  burden, 
Sharp  their  fling  within  my  heart ; 

And  my  foe  lays  many  a  fnare 

But  to  tempt  me  to  defpair, 

Only  Thou,  dear  Lord,  canft  fave  me, 

Let  him  not  prevail  to  have  me. 

Have  I  e'er  from  Thee  departed, 

Now  I  feck  Thy  face  again, 
And  Thy  Son,  the  loving-hearted, 

Made  our  peace  through  bitter  pain. 
Yes,  far  greater  than  our  fin, 
Though  it  ftill  be  ftrong  within, 
Is  the  Love  that  fails  us  never, 
Mercy  that  endures  for  ever. 


JI4  Ctiva  (Bfcrmamat. 

Brightnefs  of  the  eternal  city  ! 

Light  of  every  faithful  foul ! 
Safe  beneath  Thy  flickering  pity 

Let  the  tempefls  pail  me  roll ; 
Now  it  darkens  far  and  near, 
Still,  my  God,  ilill  be  Thou  here; 
Thou  canil  comfort,  and  Thou  only, 
When  the  night  is  long  and  lonely. 

E'en  the  twilight  now  hath  vanihYd, 

Send  Thy  bleffmg  on  my  fleep, 
Every  fin  and  terror  banifh'd, 

Let  my  rest  be  calm  and  deep. 
Soul  and  body,  mind  and  health, 
Wife  and  children,  houfe  and  wealth, 
Friend  and  foe,  the  fick,  the  ftranger, 
Keep  Thou  fafe  from  harm  and  danger. 

Keep  me  fafe  till  morn  is  breaking, 

Nightly  terrors  drive  Thou  hence, 
Let  not  ficknefs  keep  me  waking; 

Sudden  death  and  peflilence, 
Fire  and  water,  noife  of  war, 
Keep  Thou  from  my  houfe  afar ; 
Let  me  die  not  unrepented, 
That  my  foul  be  not  tormented. 

O  Thou  mighty  God,  now  hearken 
To  the  prayer  Thy  child  hath  made ; 

Jefus,  while  the  night-hours  darken 
Be  Thou  ftill  my  hope,  my  aid ; 


£ma  (Bcrmamcct.  JI5 

Holy  Ghoft,  on  Thee  I  call, 
Friend  and  Comforter  of  all, 
Hear  my  earner!:  prayer,  oh  hear  me  ! 
Lord,  Thou  hearer!,  Thou  art  near  me. 
J.  Rist.      1642. 


116  £m*ct  (Ewmamca. 


ill. 

IN    SICKNESS. 

ORD,  a  whole  long  day  of  pain 

Now  at  laft  is  o'er ! 
Ah  how  much  we  can  fuftain 

I  have  felt  once  more ; 
Felt  how  frail  are  all  our  powers, 

And  how  weak  our  truft ; 
If  Thou  help  not,  thefe  dark  hours 

Crufh  us  to  the  dull. 

Could  I  face  the  coming  night 

If  Thou  wert  not  near? 
Nay,  without  Thy  love  and  might 

I  mull:  fink  with  fear  : 
Round  me  falls  the  evening  gloom, 

Sights  and  founds  all  ceafe, 
But  within  this  narrow  room 

Night  will  bring  no  peace. 

Other  weary  eyes  may  clofe, 
All  things  feek  their  fleep, 

Hither  comes  no  foft  repofe, 
I  muft  wake  and  weep. 


£nra  ©crmcmtca.  ll7 


Come  then,  Jefus,  o'er  me  bend, 

Give  me  ftrcngth  to  cope 
With  my  pains,  and  gently  fend 

Thoughts  of  peace  and  hope. 

Draw  my  weary  heart  away 

From  this  gloom  and  ft  rife, 
And  thefe  fever  pains  allay 

With  the  dew  of  life ; 
Thou  canft  calm  the  troubled  mind, 

Thou  its  dread  canft  ftill, 
Teach  me  to  be  all  refign'd 

To  my  Father's  will. 

Then  if  I  must  wake  and  weep 

All  the  long  night  through, 
Thou  the  watch  with  me  wilt  keep, 

Friend  and  Guardian  true ; 
In  the  darknefs  Thou  wilt  fpeak 

Lovingly  with  me, 
Though  my  heart  may  vainly  feek 

Words  to  breathe  to  Thee. 

Wherefoe'er  my  couch  is  made 

In  Thy  hands  I  lie, 
And  to  Thee  alone  for  aid 

Turns  my  reftlefs  eye, 
Let  my  prayer  grow  weary  never, 

Strengthen  Thou  the  oppress'd  ; 
In  Thy  fhadow,  Lord,  for  ever 

Let  me  gently  reft. 

Heinrich  Puchta. 


118  Cgra  (Swmamat. 


IV. 

FOR  A  WAKEFUL  NIGHT. 

OW  darknefs  over  all  is  fpread, 
No  founds  the  ftillnefs  break, 
Ah  when  fhall  thefe  fad  hours  be  fled, 
fr^^s         Am  I  alone  awake  ? 

Ah  no,  I  do  not  wake  alone, 

Alone  I  do  not  fleep, 
Around  me  ever  watcheth  One 

Who  wakes  with  thofe  who  weep. 

On  earth  it  is  fo  dark  and  drear, 
With  Him  fo  calm  and  bright, 

The  ftars  in  folemn  radiance  clear 
Shine  there  through  all  our  night. 

'Tis  when  the  lights  of  earth  are  gone 
The  heavenly  glories  mine ; 

When  other  comfort  I  have  none, 
Thy  comfort,  Lord,  is  mine. 


i'nra  (Bcrmcmira.  I!9 

Be  ftill,  my  throbbing  heart,  be  ftill, 

Caft  off  thy  weary  load, 
And  make  His  holy  will  thy  will, 

And  reft  upon  thy  God. 

How  many  a  time  the  night  hath  come, 

Yet  ftill  return'd  the  day  ; 
How  many  a  time  thy  crofs,  thy  gloom, 

Ere  now  hath  pafs'd  away. 

And  thefe  dark  hours  of  anxious  pain 

That  now  opprefs  thee  fore, 
I  know  will  vanifh  foon  again, 

Then  I  fhall  fear  no  more  : 

For  when  the  night  hath  lafted  long, 

We  know  the  morn  is  near, 
And  when  the  trial's  fharp  and  ftrong 

Our  Help  fhall  foon  appear. 

Pastor  Josephsen. 


120  €ma  (Herman tea. 


AT  THE  CLOSE  OF  THE  SABBATH. 


BIDE  among  us  with  Thy  grace, 
Lord  Jems  evermore, 
Nor  let  us  e'er  to  fin  give  place 
Nor  grieve  Him  we  adore. 


Abide  among  us  with  Thy  word, 

Redeemer  whom  we  love, 
Thy  help  and  mercy  here  afford, 

And  life  with  Thee  above. 

Abide  among  us  with  Thy  ray, 

O  Light  that  lighten'!*  all, 
And  let  Thy  truth  preferve  our  way, 

Nor  fuffer  us  to  fall. 

Abide  with  us  to  blefs  us  ftill 
O  bounteous  Lord  of  peace ; 

With  grace  and  power  our  fouls  fulfill, 
Our  faith  and  love  increafe. 


£m-ct  <£cvmcmtca.  I21 


Abide  among  us  as  our  fhicld, 

O  Captain  of  Thy  holt.  ; 
That  to  the  world  we  may  not  yield, 

Nor  e'er  forfake  our  poll:. 

Abide  with  us  in  faithful  love, 

Our  God  and  Saviour  be, 
Thy  help  at  need,  oh  let  us  prove 

And  keep  us  true  to  Thee. 

Stegmann.      1630. 


122  £ma  (tibtvmamta. 


BAPTISM. 


THE  COMMAND. 

LESSED  Jefus,  here  we  Hand, 

Met  to  do  as  Thou  haft  fpoken, 
And  this  child  at  Thy  command 
Now  we  bring  to  Thee,  in  token 
That  to  Chrift  it  here  is  given, 
For  of  fuch  fhall  be  His  Heaven. 


Yes,  Thy  warning  voice  is  plain, 
And  we  fain  would  keep  it  duly, 

"  He  who  is  not  born  again, 
Heart  and  life  renewing  truly, 

Born  of  water  and  the  Spirit, 

Will  My  kingdom  ne'er  inherit." 

Therefore  haften  we  to  Thee, 

Take  the  pledge  we  bring,  oh  take  it 

Let  us  here  Thy  glory  fee, 
And  in  tender  pity  make  it 


£nra  (Bcrmantca.  I23 

Now  Thy  child,  and  leave  it  never, 
Thine  on  earth,  and  Thine  for  ever. 

Turn  the  darknefs  into  light, 

To  Thy  grace  receive  and  fave  it ; 

Heal  the  ferpent's  venomed  bite, 
In  the  font  where  now  we  lave  it ; 

Let  Thy  Spirit  pure  and  lowly 

Banifh  thought  or  taint  unholy. 

Make  it,  Head,  Thy  member  now, 

Shepherd,  take  Thy  lamb,  and  feed  it, 

Prince  of  Peace,  its  peace  be  Thou, 
Way  of  life,  to  Heaven  oh  lead  it, 

Vine,  this  branch  may  nothing  fever, 

Be  it  graft  in  Thee  forever. 

Now  upon  Thy  heart  it  lies, 

What  our  hearts  fo  dearly  treafure. 

Heavenward  lead  our  burdcn'd  fighs, 
Pour  Thy  blcfling  without  meafure, 

Write  the  name  we  now  have  given, 

Write  it  in  the  book  of  Heaven. 

Schmolck.       1 672—1 737. 


i24  Inrct  ©crmcmica. 


II. 

THE  NAME. 

FATHER-HEART,  who  hall  created  all 

In  wifeft  love  we  pray 
Look  on  this  babe,  who,  at  Thy  gracious  call 
Is  entering  on  life's  way, 
Bend  o'er  it  now  with  bleffing  fraught, 
And  make  Thou  fomething  out  of  nought, 
O  Father-heart. 

O  Son  of  God,  who  diedft  for  us,  behold 

We  bring  our  child  to  Thee, 
Thou  tender  Shepherd  take  it  to  Thy  fold, 

Thine  own  for  aye  to  be  ; 
Defend  it  through  this  earthly  ftrife, 
And  lead  it  on  the  path  of  life, 
O  Son  of  God ! 

O  Holy  Ghofl,  who  broodelt  o'er  the  wave, 

Defcend  upon  this  child  ; 
Give  it  undying  life,  its  fpirit  lave 

With  waters  undefiled  ; 
Grant  it  while  yet  a  babe  to  be 
A  child  of  God,  a  home  for  Thee, 
O  Holy  Ghoft ! 


Cflra  ©crmanica. 


O  Triune  God,  what  Thou  command'!!  is  done, 

We  fpeak,  but  Thine  the  might: 
This  child  hath  fcarce  yet  feen  our  earthly  fun, 

Yet  pour  on  it  Thy  light, 
In  faith  and  hope,  in  joy  and  love, 
Thou  Sun  of  all  below,  above, 
O  Triune  God  ! 

A.  Knapp. 


126  Ctira  ©crmanica. 


in. 

THE  BLESSING. 

HY  parents'  arms  now  yield  thee, 
With  love  all  glowing  warm, 
To  Him  who  bell  can  fhield  thee 
To  that  Eternal  Arm 
That  all  the  heavens  upholdeth 

And  bids  the  dead  arife, 
That  tender  babes  enfoldeth 

And  leads  them  toward  the  fkies. 


Wafh'd  in  the  blood  that  gufhes 

From  out  His  wounded  heart, 
Wrapp'd  in  the  peace  that  hufhes 

All  earthly  grief  and  fmart, 
Go  forth  upon  thy  journey, 

Grow  up  in  ftrength  and  age, 
And  feek  with  joy  and  wifdom 

Thy  holy  heritage. 

Oh  fweet  will  found  the  voices 
That  hail  thee  from  above, 

Where  heaven's  bright  hoft  rejoices 
Before  the  Eternal  Love ; 


£iirct  (Bmnanica.  I27 

"  Now  canft  thou  wander  never, 

Now  pa  ft  is  all  thy  ft  rife, 
Oh  blefs  the  hour  for  ever 

That  call'd  thee  into  life." 

A.  Knapp. 


128  Cum  (Ewmamca. 


IV. 

FOR  A  CHRISTIAN  CHILD. 

EEING  I  am  Jesus'  lamb, 
Ever  glad  at  heart  I  am 
O'er  my  Shepherd  kind  and  good, 
Who  provides  me  daily  food, 
And  His  lamb  by  name  doth  call, 
For  He  knows  and  loves  us  all. 

Guided  by  His  gentle  ftaff 
Where  the  funny  paftures  laugh, 
I  go  in  and  out  and  feed, 
Lacking  nothing  that  I  need  ; 
When  I  thirft  my  feet  He  brings 
To  the  frefh  and  living  fprings. 

Mull  I  not  rejoice  for  this  ? 

He  is  mine,  and  I  am  His, 

And  when  thefe  bright  days  are  paft, 

Safely  in  His  arms  at  lafr. 

He  will  bear  me  home  to  heaven  ; 

Ah  what  joy  hath  Jesus  given  ! 

Luise  H.  von  Haym.      i 724-1 782. 


ilma  (Bcrmanica.  129 


W 


v. 

RENEWAL    OF    THE    VOW. 

AM  baptized  into  Thy  name, 

O  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft ! 
Among  Thy  feed  a  place  I  claim, 
Among  Thy  confecrated  host ; 
Buried  with  Chrift,  and  dead  to  fin, 
Thy  Spirit  now  fhall  live  within. 

My  loving  Father,  here  doll  Thou 
Proclaim  me  as  Thy  child  and  heir ; 

My  faithful  Saviour  biddeft  me  now 
The  fruit  of  all  Thy  forrows  ihare  ; 

Thou  Holy  Ghoft  wilt  comfort  me 

When  darkeft  clouds  around  I  fee. 

And  1  have  promised  fear  and  love, 
And  to  obey  Thee,  Lord,  alone ; 

I  felt  Thy  Spirit  in  me  move, 

And  dared  to  pledge  myfelf  Thine  own, 

Renouncing  fin  to  keep  the  faith, 

And  war  with  evil  to  the  death. 
6* 


!3°  Cgra  (fitermanica. 

My  faithful  God,  upon  Thy  fide 
This  covenant  ftandeth  fait  for  aye, 

If  I  tranfgrefs  through  fear  or  pride, 
Oh  call  me  therefore  not  away, 

If  I  have  fore  my  foul  defiled, 

Yet  ftill  forgive,  reftore  Thy  child. 

I  bring  Thee  here,  my  God,  anew 
Of  all  I  am  or  have  the  whole, 

Quicken  my  life,  and  make  me  true, 
Take  full  pofTelTion  of  my  foul, 

Let  nought  within  me,  nought  I  own, 

Serve  any  will  but  Thine  alone. 

Hence  Prince  of  darknef>,  hence  my  foe ! 

Another  Lord  hath  purchafed  me ! 
My  confeience  tells  of  fin,  yet  know, 

Baptized  in  Chrift  I  fear  not  thee ! 
Away  vain  World,  Sin,  leave  me  now, 
I  turn  from  you ;  God  hears  my  vow. 

And  never  let  me  waver  more, 
O  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

Till  at  Thy  will  this  life  is  o'er 
Still  keep  me  in  Thy  faithful  hoft, 

So  unto  Thee  I  live  and  die 

And  praife  Thee  evermore  on  high. 

Rambach.      1720. 


£m*a  (Skrmmwa.  I3I 


THE 

HOLY   COMMUNION. 

i. 

THE    PREPARATION. 

^ORD  Jefus   Chrift,  my  faithful  Shepherd, 
hear ! 
Feed  me  with  Thy  grace,  draw  inly 
near. 

By  Thee  redeemed,  in  Thee  alone  I  live, 
All  I  need  'tis  Thou  canft  give  : 
Kyrie  Eleifon ! 
Ah  Lord,  Thy  timid  fheep  now  feed 
With  joy  upon  Thy  heavenly  mead, 
Lead  us  to  the  cryftal  river 
Whence  our  life  is  flowing  ever : 
Kyrie  Eleifon  ! 

For  Thou  art  calling  all  the  toil-opprefsed, 

All  the  weary  to  Thv  reft ; 
The  pardon  of  their  fins  is  here  bellowed, 

Thou  doft  free  them  from  their  load  : 
Kyrie  Eleifon  ! 


!32  £gra  (Ewmamca. 

Ah  come,  Thyfelf  put  forth  Thine  hand, 

Unbind  this  heavy  iron  band, 

Make  me  from  my  forrows  free, 
Give  me  ftrength  to  follow  Thee : 
Kyrie  Eleifon ! 

Thou  fain  would'ft  heart  and  foul  to  Thee  incline, 

Take  me  from  myfelf  and  make  me  Thine ; 
Thou  art  the  Vine  and  I  the  branch,  oh  grant 

I  may  grow  in  Thee  a  living  plant  : 
Kyrie  Eleifon ! 
For  nought  but  fins  I  find  in  me, 
Yet  are  they  done  away  in  Thee ; 

Mine  are  anguifh,  fear,  unreft, 

But  in  Thee,  Lord,  I  am  bleft : 
Kyrie  Eleifon ! 

JOHANN    HEERMANN.        163O. 


£nra  (Bcrmantca.  l33 


II. 

THE    THANKSGIVING. 

ECK  thyfelf,  my  foul,  with  gladnefs, 
Leave  the  gloomy  haunts  of  fadnefs, 
Come  into  the  daylight's  fplendour, 
There  with  joy  thy  praifes  render 
Unto  Him,  whofe  boundlefs  grace 
Grants  thee  at  His  feaft  a  place  ; 
He  whom  all  the  heavens  obey 
Deign  to  dwell  in  thee  to-day. 


Haften  as  a  bride  to  meet  Him, 
And  with  loving  reverence  greet  Him, 
Who  with  words  of  life  immortal 
Now  is  knocking  at  thy  portal ; 
Hafte  to  make  for  Him  a  way, 
Call  thee  at  His  feet,  and  say  : 
Since,  oh  Lord,  Thou  com'ft  to  me, 
Never  will  I  turn  from  Thee. 

Ah  how  hungers  all  my  fpirit, 
For  the  love  I  do  not  merit ! 
Ah  how  oft  with  fighs  fall  thronging 
For  this  food  have  I  been  longing  ! 


i34  £ln*a  ©cnnamca. 

How  have  thirfted  in  the  ftrife 
For  this  draught,  O  Prince  of  Life, 
Wifh'd,  O  Friend  of  man,  to  be 
Ever  one  with  God  through  Thee ! 

Here  I  fink  before  Thee  lowly, 
Fill'd  with  joy  moll  deep  and  holy, 
As  with  trembling  awe  and  wonder 
On  Thy  mighty  works  I  ponder; 
On  this  banquet's  myftery, 
On  the  depths  we  cannot  fee  ; 
Far  beyond  all  mortal  fight 
Lie  the  fecrets  of  Thy  might. 

Sun,  who  all  my  life  doll  brighten, 
Light,  who  do  ft  my  foul  enlighten, 
Joy,  the  fweeteft  man  e'er  knoweth, 
Fount,  whence  all  my  being  floweth, 
Here  I  fall  before  Thy  feet, 
Grant  me  worthily  to  eat 
Of  this  bleflcd  heavenly  food, 
To  Thy  praife,  and  to  my  good. 

Jefus,  Bread  of  Life  from  Heaven, 
Never  be  Thou  vainly  given, 
Nor  I  to  my  hurt  invited ; 
Be  Thy  love  with  love  requited ; 
Let  me  learn  its  depths  indeed, 
While  on  Thee  my  foul  doth  feed  ; 
Let  me  here  fo  richly  blcft, 
Be  hereafter  too  Thy  gucft. 

J.  Frank.      16^3. 


£nra  (Scrmanica.  !35 


in. 

THE  EXCEEDING  GREAT  LOVE  OF  OUR 

MASTER  AND  ONLY  SAVIOUR 

JESUS  CHRIST. 

ff7%      LOVE,  who  formedft  me  to  wear 

The  image  of  Thy  Godhead  here; 
Who  foughteft  me  with  tender  care 

Through  all  my  wanderings  wild  and  * 
drear ; 
O  Love,  I  give  myfelf  to  Thee, 
Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 


V 


O  Love,  who  e'er  life's  carlieft  dawn 
On  me  Thy  choice  haft  gently  laid ; 

O  Love,  who  here  as  man  waft  born 
And  wholly  like  to  us  waft  made  ; 

O  Love,  I  give  myfelf  to  Thee, 

Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

O  Love,  who  once  in  time  waft  (lain, 
Pierced  through  and  through  with  bitter 
woe  ; 

O  Love,  who  wreftling  thus  didft  gain 
That  we  eternal  joy  might  know  ; 


J36  £nm  (Bcnnanica. 

O  Love,  I  give  myfelf  to  Thee, 
Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

O  Love,  of  whom  is  truth  and  light, 
The  Word  and  Spirit,  life  and  power, 

Whofe  heart  was  bared  to  them  that  fmite, 
To  fhield  us  in  our  trial  hour  ; 

O  Love,  I  give  myfelf  to  Thee, 

Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

O  Love,  who  thus  hath  bound  me  fa  ft, 
Beneath  that  gentle  yoke  of  Thine ; 

Love,  who  haft  conquer'd  me  at  laft 
And  rapt  away  this  heart  of  mine ; 
*       O  Love,  I  give  myfdf  to  Thee, 

Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

O  Love,  who  loveft  me  for  aye, 
Who  for  my  foul  doft  ever  plead  ; 

O  Love,  who  didft  my  ranfom  pay. 
Whofe  power  fufficeth  in  my  ftead 

O  Love,  I  give  myfelf  to  Thee, 
Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

O  Love,  who  once  malt  bid  me  rife 
From  out  this  dying  life  of  ours ; 

O  Love,  who  once  o'er  yonder  fkies 
Shalt  fet  me  in  the  fadeless  bowers  : 

O  Love,  I  give  myfelf  to  Thee, 

Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

Angelus.      1657. 


ilma  <8>crmamca.  137 


IV. 

THE  CHRISTIAN  SACRIFICE. 

OW  take  my  heart  and  all  that  is  in  me, 
My  Lord   beloved,  take  it  from  me  to 
Thee  ; 
I  would  have  Thine. 
This  foul  and  flefh  of  mine ; 
Would  order  thought  and  word  and  deed 
As  Thy  molt  holy  will  fhall  lead. 

Thou  feedfi:  me  with  heavenly  bread  and  wine, 
Thou  poureft  through  me  ftreams  of  life  divine  ; 
Oh  noble  Face, 
So  fweet,  fo  full  of  grace, 
I  ponder  as  Thy  crofs  I  fee, 
How  beft  to  give  my felf  to  Thee. 

Behold,  through  all  the  eternal  ages,  Mill 
My  heart  fhall  choofe  and  love  Thy  holy  will ; 
Would'il  Thou  my  death, 
I  die  to  Thee  in  faith  ; 
Would'ft  Thou  that  I  mould  longer  live, 
To  Thee  the  choice  I  whollv  give. 


n8  Cprcr  (tibttmanita. 

But  Thou  mull  alfo  deign  to  be  my  own, 
To  dwell  in  me,  to  make  my  heart  Thy  throne, 
My  God  indeed, 
My  Help  in  time  of  need, 
My  Head  from  whom  no  power  can  fever, 
The  Bridegroom  of  my  foul  for  ever ! 

Angelus.      1657. 


£tmi  (Bmnanira.  !39 


THE    CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP. 

ESUS  whom  Thy  Church  doth  own 
As  her  Head  and  King  along, 

Blefs  me  Thy  poor  member  too  ; 
And  Thy  Spirit's  influence  give 
That  to  Thee  henceforth  I  live, 
Daily  Thou  my  ftrength  renew. 

Let  Thy  living  Spirit  flow 
Through  Thy  members  all  below, 

With  its  warmth  and  power  divine ; 
Scattered  far  apart  they  dwell, 
Yet  in  every  land,  full  well, 

Lord,  Thou  knoweft  who  is  Thine. 

Thofe  who  ferve  Thee  I  would  ferve, 
Never  from  their  union  fwerve. 

Here  I  cry  before  Thy  face  : 
Zion,  God  give  thee  good  fpeed, 
Chrift  thy  footfteps  ever  lead, 

Make  Thee  fteadfaft  in  His  ways ! 


H°  £nra  ©trmanfca. 

Save  her  from  the  world  her  foe, 
Satan  do  Thou  foon  o'erthrow, 

Caft  him  down  beneath  her  feet ; 
Through  the  Spirit  flay  within 
Love  of  eafe,  the  world,  and  fin, 

Let  her  find  Thee  only  fweet. 

Thofe  o'er  whom  Thy  billows  roll 
Strengthen  Thou  to  leave  their  foul 

In  Thy  hands,  for. Thou  art  Love; 
Make  them  through  their  bitter  pain 
Pure  from  pride  and  fmful  llain, 

Fix  their  hopes  and  hearts  above. 

Unto  all  Thyfelf  impart, 
Falhioned  after  Thine  own  heart 

Make  Thy  children  like  to  Thee ; 
Humble,  pure,  and  calm,  and  Hill, 
Loving,  fmgle  as  Thy  will, 

And  as  Thou  would'ft  have  them  be. 

And  from  thofe  I  love,  I  pray, 
Turn  not,  Lord,  Thy  face  away, 

Hear  me  while  for  them  I  plead ; 
Be  Thou  their  Eternal  Friend, 
Unto  each  due  blefling  fend, 

For  Thou  knowefl  all  they  need. 

Ah  Lord,  at  this  gracious  hour 
Vifit  all  their  fouls  with  power ; 
Let  Thy  gladnefs  in  them  fhine ; 


£ma  (Btxmanka.  Hr 

Draw  them  with  Thy  love  away 
From  vain  pleafures  of  a  day, 
Make  them  wholly  ever  Thine. 

Dearly  were  we  purchafed,  Lord, 
When  Thy  blood  for  us  was  poured ; 

Think,  O  Chrift,  we  are  Thine  own  ! 
Hold  me,  guide  me,  as  a  child, 
Through  the  battle,  through  the  wild, 

Leave  me  never  more  alone. 

Till  at  laft  I  meet  on  high 
With  the  faithful  holt,  who  cry 

Hallelujah  night  and  day ; 
Pure  from  flain  we  there  fhall  fee 
Thee  in  us,  and  us  in  Thee, 

And  be  one  in  Thee  for  aye. 

Tersteegen.      i  73  i. 


142 


£m*ct  (Bwmamca. 


VI. 


THE    REMEMBRANCE. 


H  how  could  I  forget  Him 
Who  ne'er  forgetteth  me  ? 
Or  tell  the  love  that  let  Him 

Come  down  to  fet  me  free  ? 
I  lay  in  darker!  fadnefs, 

Till  He  made  all  things  new, 

And  frill  frefh  love  and  gladnefs 

Flow  from  that  heart  fo  true. 


Oh  how  could  I  e'er  leave  Him 

Who  is  {o  kind  a  Friend  ? 
Or  how  could  ever  grieve  Him 

Who  thus  to  me  doth  bend  ? 
Have  I  not  feen  Him  dying 

For  us  on  yonder  tree  ? 
Do  I  not  hear  Him  crying, 

A  rife  and  follow  Me  ! 


For  ever  will  I  love  Him 

Who  faw  my  hopclefs  plight, 
Who  felt  my  forrows  move  Him, 
And  brought  me  life  and  light: 


£ nra  ©crmantca.  H3 

Whofe  arm  mail  be  around  me 
When  my  laft  hour  is  come, 

And  fuffer  none  to  wound  me, 
Though  dark  the  paflage  home. 

He  gives  me  pledges  holy, 

His  body  and  His  blood, 
He  lifts  the  fcorn'd,  the  lowly, 

He  makes  my  courage  good, 
For  He  will  reign  within  me, 

And  fhed  His  graces  there ; 
The  heaven  He  died  to  win  me 

Can  I  then  fail  to  fhare  ? 

In  joy  and  forrow  ever 

Shine  through  me,  BlefTed  Heart, 
Who  bleeding  for  us  never 

Didft  fhrink  from  foreft  fmart ! 
Whate'er  I've  loved  or  ftriven 

Or  borne,  I  bring  to  Thee  ; 
Now  let  Thy  heart  and  heaven 

Stand  open,  Lord,  to  me  ! 

Kern.     Died  1835. 


H4 


jtnrct  ©crmamccr. 


VII. 


AFTER  PARTICIPATION. 


LIVING  Bread  from  Heaven, 

How  richly  haft  Thou  fed  Thy  guelt ! 

The  gifts  Thou  now  haft  given 
Have  fill'd  my  heart  with  joy  and  reft. 
O  wondrous  food  of  blefting, 
O  cup  that  heals  our  woes, 
My  heart  this  gift  pofTcfling 
In  thankful  fong  o'erflows  ; 
For  while  the  life  and  ftrength  in  me 

Were  quicken'd  by  this  food, 
My  foul  hath  gazed  awhile  on  Thee, 
O  higheft,  only  Good  ! 


My  Lord,  Thou  here  haft  led  me 
Within  Thy  temple's  holieft  place, 

And  there  Thyfelf  haft  fed  me 
With  all  the  treafures  of  Thy  grace  ; 
And  Thou  haft  freely  given 

What  earth  could  never  buy, 
The  bread  of  life  from  heaven, 
That  now  I  fhall  not  die; 


£nra  (Bcrmcmtca.  *45 

And  Thou  haft  fuffer'd  me  in  faith 

To  drink  the  blefled  wine 
That  heals  the  foul  from  inner  death, 
And  makes  her  wholly  Thine. 

Thou  giveffc  all  I  wanted, 
The  food  whofe  power  can  death  deftroy, 

And  Thou  haft  freely  granted 
The  cup  of  full  eternal  joy  ; 

Ah  Lord,  I  do  not  merit 

The  favour  Thou  haft  mown, 

And  all  my  foul  and  fpirit 

Bow  down  before  Thy  throne  ; 
Since  Thou  haft  fufFer'd  me  to  eat 

The  food  of  angels  here, 
Nor  Sin,  nor  foes  that  I  can  meet. 

Nor  Death  I  now  may  fear. 

O  Love  incomprchended  ! 
That  wrought  in  Thee,  my  Saviour,  thus 

That  Thou  fhould'ft  have  defcended 
From  higheft  heaven  to  dwell  with  us ! 

Creator,  that  hath  brought  Thee 
To  fuccour  fuch  as  I, 

Who  elfe  had  vainly  fought  Thee  ! 
Then  grant  me  now  to  die 
To  fm,  and  live  alone  to  Thee, 

That  when  this  time  is  o'er, 
Thy  face,  O  Saviour,  I  may  fee 

In  heaven  or  evermore. 


H6  £m*ct  (Bjcnnamca. 

For  as  a  fhadow  pafTes 
I  pafs,  but  Thou  doft  ftill  endure ; 

I  wither  like  the  graiTes, 
But  Thou  art  rich,  though  I  am  poor  ; 

Oh  boundlefs  is  Thy  kindnefs, 
And  righteous  is  Thy  power; 

And  I  in  finful  blindnefs 
Am  erring  hour  by  hour, 
And  yet  Thou  Cornell:,  doft  not  ipurn 

A  firmer,  Lord,  like  me  ! 
Ah  how  can  I  Thy  love  return, 

What  gift  have  I  for  Thee  ? 

A  heart  that  hath  repented, 
And  mourns  for  fin  with  bitter  fighs, — 

Thou,  Lord,  art  well-contented 
With  this  my  only  facrifice. 

I  know  that  in  my  weaknefs 
Thou  wilt  defpife  me  not, 

But  grant  me  in  Thy  meeknefs 
The  favour  I  have  fought ; 
Yes,  Thou  wilt  deign  in  grace  to  heea 

The  fong  that  now  I  raife, 
For  meet  and  right  is  it  indeed 

That  I  ihould  fing  Thy  p raife. 

Grant  what  I  have  partaken 
May  through  Thy  grace  fo  work  in  me, 

That  .fin  be  all  forfaken, 
And  I  may  cleave  alone  to  Thee, 


Cnra  (!?crmamca.  lw 


And  all  my  foul  be  heedful 

How  me  Thy  love  may  know, 
For  this  alone  is  needful, 

Thy  love  mould  in  me  glow; 
And  let  no  beauty  pleafe  mine  eyes 

No  joy  allure  my  heart, 
But  what  in  Thee,  my  Saviour  lies, 
What  Thou  doll  here  impart. 

0  well  for  me  that  ftrengthen'd 
With  heavenly  bread  and  wine,  if  here 

My  courfe  on  earth  be  lengthen'd, 
I  now  may  ferve  Thee  free  from  fear  ; 
Away  then  earthly  pleafure, 
All  earthly  gifts  are  vain, 

1  feek  a  heavenly  treafure, 

My  home  I  long  to  gain, 
Where  I  mail  live  and  praife  my  God, 

And  none  my  peace  deftroy, 
Where  all  the  foul  is  overflow'd 
With  pure  eternal  joy. 

Rist.      1651 


H8  Cgra  ®trmamta. 


FOR    TRAVELLERS 


i. 


AT    THE    OUTSET    OF    ANY    JOURNEY. 

N  God's  name  let  us  on  our  way ! 
The  Father's  help  and  grace  we  pray, 
His  love  fhall  guard  us  round  about 
From  foes  within  and  harms  without. 
Hallelujah. 

xA.nd  Chrift,  be  Thou  our  Friend  and  Guide, 
Through  all  our  wanderings  at  our  fide, 
Help  us  all  evil  to  withfland 
That  wars  againft  Thy  leaft  command. 

Hallelujah. 

The  Holy  Spirit  o'er  us  brood 

With  all  His  gifts  of  richeft  good, 

With  hope  and  ftrength  when  dark  our  road, 

And  lead  us  home  again  in  God  ! 

Hallelujah. 


ilma  (Bcrmanica. 


149 


11. 


ON  A  LONG  AND  PERILOUS  JOURNEY. 

Written  on  a  Journey  to  RufTia  and  Perlia,  under- 
taken by  the  Author  as  Phyfician  to  the  Embafly 
from  Holftein. 


HERE'ER  I  go,  whate'er  my  talk, 
j.   The  counfel  of  my  God  I  alk, 

Who  all  things  hath  and  can  ; 
Unlefs  He  give  both  thought  and  deed 
The  utmoit  pains  can  ne'er  fucceed, 
And  vain  the  wifefl  plan. 


For  what  can  all  my  toil  avail  ? 
My  care,  my  watching  all  muft  fail, 

Unlefs  my  God  is  there ; 
Then  let  Him  order  all  for  me 
As  He  in  wifdom  fhall  decree ; 

On  Him  I  call  my  care. 


For  nought  can  come,  as  nought  hath  been, 
But  what  my  Father  hath  forefeen, 
And  what  mall  work  my  good  ; 


l5°  £rn*a  (Scrmantca. 


Whate'er  He  gives  me  I  will  take, 
Whate'er  He  choofes  I  will  make 

My  choice  with  thankful  mood. 

I  lean  upon  His  mighty  arm, 

It  fhields  me  well  from  every  harm, 

All  evil  fhall  avert ; 
If  by  His  precepts  Hill  I  live 
Whate'er  is  ufeful  He  will  give, 

And  nought  fhall  do  me  hurt. 

But  only  may  He  of  His  grace 
The  record  of  my  guilt  efface, 

And  wipe  out  all- my  debt; 
Though  I  have  finned  He  will  not  ftraight 
Pronounce  His  judgment,  He  will  wait, 

Have  patience  with  me  yet. 

I  travel  to  a  diftant  land 

To  ferve  the  poll:  wherein  I  ftand, 

Which  He  hath  bade  me  fill ; 
And  He  will  blefs  me  with  His  light 
That  I  may  ferve  His  world  aright, 

And  make  me  know  His  will. 

And  though  through  dcfcrt  wilds  I  fare, 
Yet  Chriftian  friends  are  with  me  there, 

And  Chrift  Himfelf  is  near ; 
In  all  our  dangers  He  will  come, 
And  He  who  kept  me  fafe  at  home, 

Can  keep  me  fdfcly  here. 


£m*ct  (Scrmcmtcct.  15 " 


Yes,  He  will  fpeed  us  on  our  way, 
And  point  us  where  to  go  and  (lay, 

And  help  us  flill  and  lead  ; 
Let  us  in  health  and  fafety  live, 
And  time  and  wind  and  weather  give, 

And  whatfoe'er  we  need. 

When  late  at  night  my  reft  I  take, 
When  early  in  the  morn  I  wake, 

Halting  or  on  my  wav, 
In  hours  of  weaknefs  or  in  bonds, 
When  vexed  with  fears  my  heart  defponds, 

His  promife  is  my  flay. 

Since  then  mv  courfe  is  traced  by  Him 
I  will  not  fear  that  future  dim, 

But  go  to  meet  my  doom, 
Well  knowing  nought  can  wait  me  there 
Too  hard  for  me  through  Him  to  bear ; 

I  yet  mall  overcome. 

To  Him  myfelf  I  wholly  give, 
At  His  command  I  die  or  live, 

I  trull  His  love  and  power  : 
Whether  to-morrow  or  to-day 
His  fummons  come,  I  will  obey, 

He  knows  the  proper  hour. 

But  if  it  pleafe  that  love  moll  kind, 

And  if  this  voice  within  my  mind 

[s  whifpering  not  in  vain, 


152  £nrct  ©mnamca. 

I  yet  fhall  praife  my  God  e'er  long 

In  many  a  fweet  and  joyful  fong, 

In  peace  at  home  again. 

To  thofe  I  love  will  He  be  near, 
With  His  confoling  light  appear, 

Who  is  my  fhield  and  theirs ; 
And  He  will  grant  beyond  our  thought 
What  they  and  I  alike  have  fought 

With  many  tearful  prayers. 

Then,  oh  my  foul,  be  ne'er  afraid, 
On  Him  who  thee  and  all  things  made 

Do  thou  all  calmly  reft 
Whate'er  may  come,  where'er  we  go, 
Our  Father  in  the  heavens  muft  know 

In  all  things  what  is  beft. 

Paul  Flemming.      i  63 1 . 


£ma  ©mncmica.  !53 


ill. 

PRAYERS  AT  SEA. 

LORD,  be  this  our  veflel  now 

A  worthy  temple  unto  Thee, 
Though  none  may  hear  its  bells  but  Thou 
And  this  our  little  company. 
Our  church's  roof,  yon  mighty  dome, 
Shall  ring  with  hymns  we  learnt  at  home, 
Our  floor  the  boundlefs  totting  wave, 
Our  field,  our  path,  perchance  our  grave. 

Where  mail  we  aid  and  comfort  find 

With  toils  and  perils  all  around  ? 
Command,  O  mighty  God,  the  wind 
To  bear  us  whither  we  are  bound ; 
Oh  bring  us  to  our  home  once  more 
From  weary  wanderings  fafe  to  more ; 
And  thofc  who  follow  us  with  prayer 
Keep  Thou  in  Thy  moil  tender  care. 

And  as  the  needle  while  we  rove, 
To  one  point  Hill  is  true  and  juil 

So  let  our  hope  and  faith  and  love 
Be  fix'd  in  One  in  whom  we  trull ; 
7* 


!54  Cgra  (Bcrmamra. 

His  word  is  mighty  ftill  to  fave, 
He  ftill  can  walk  the  ftormieit.  wave, 
And  hold  His  followers  with  His  hand, 
For  His  are  heaven  and  fea  and  land. 

F.   WlNKELMANN. 


I'nm  (Scrmantca.  155 


Q> 


IV. 

ON  THE  SEA-SHORE. 

jHOU,  folemn  Ocean,  rolleft  to  the  ftrand 
Laden  with  prayers  from  many  a  far-off 

land, 
To  us  thy  thoufand  murmurs  at  our  feet 
One  cry  repeat. 


Through  all  thy  myriad  tones  that  never  ceafe 
We  hear  of  death  and  love,  the  crofs  and  peace, 
New  churches  bright  with  hope  and  glad  with 
pfalms, 
And  martyrs'  palms. 

Thee  on  !   and  come  whate'er  our  God  fees  fit ! 
To  yon  frail  wave-toft  planks  we  now  commit 
Our  lives,  our  all,  and  leave  our  native  land 
At  His  command. 

We  take  thee  for  our  chariot,  ftormy  Sea  ! 
Borne  fafely  on  to  ferve  our  God  by  thee, 
For  thou  and  we  alike  obey  His  word 
And  own  Him  Lord. 


£ma  ©ermanica. 


And  whether  thy  chill  deeps  become  our  grave, 
Or  far  away  our  blood  fhall  ftain  thy  wave, 
Or  we  fhall  crofs  with  joyous  fongs  thy  foam 
Back  to  our  home  : 

Be  it  as  He  ordains  whofe  name  is  Love  ! 
Whether  our  lot  or  life  or  death  fhall  prove, 
To  Life  Eternal  furely  guides  His  will, 
And  we  are  ftill. 

De  La  Motte  Fouque. 


Cora  (fttrmamca. 


THE  PARTING. 

^"T^N  OW  -  it  father-fa 

^  f  ^  And  wander  far  J*er  ocean's  : 

^LrT)    Broken  is  kinfhip's  cleared  band, 

y    Forfaken  ftands  our  ancient  home  ; 
But  One  -         nth  us  go 

Through  bufieft  day  and  ftilleft  night; 
The  ,  the  deeps  below 

Shrink  abafh'd  before  His  light. 

he  hTue  life  or  death, 

Let  Him  do  as  it  feems  Him  belt, 
The  meflenger  of  Chrillian  faith 

L:    b  not  in  this  world  for  his  reft. 
If  bat  IBs  hand  frill  hold  us  faft, 

His  presence  hourly  fold  us  round, 
The  anchor  of  our  fouls  is  call 

Firm  ground. 

The  afting  Love, 

Tha:  living  power  through  us, 

[s  worthy  thus  our  fouls  to  m 
W     :  ..    to  fill  a  lifetime  thus; 


Crmx  (Scrmamcct. 


Here  none  was  e'er  deceived  or  loft, 
Howe'er  his  earthly  hopes  might  fade ; 

Then  well  for  him  who  weighs  the  coft 
Ere  yet  his  final  choice  is  made. 

Yes,  fcatter'd  are  our  brothers  now 

O'er  land  and  ocean  far  apart, 
Yet  to  one  Mailer  ftill  they  bow, 

In  Him  they  ftill  are  one  in  heart ; 
For  as  one  fin,  one  poifon  ran 

Through  all  our  race  fince  Adam's  fall ; 
There  is  one  hope,  one  life  for  man 

In  Him  who  bore  the  fins  of  all. 

Sweet  for  each  other  oft  to  plead, 

And  feel  our  onenefs  in  the  Son, 
Ah  then  we  daily  meet  indeed 

In  fpirit  at  our  Father's  throne  ! 
Our  bodies  are  but  parted  here, 

And  fade  in  this  dark  land  away, 
The  earthly  fhadows  difappear, 

The  harvest  ripens  for  that  Day. 

Soon  Time  for  us  fhall  ceafe  to  reign, 

The  Saviour  calls  us  home  in  peace ; 
At  laft  we  all  fhall  meet  again, 

And  dwell  together  all  in  blifs, 
Where  faith  to  cleared  vifion  yields ; — 

Triumphant  light  for  forrowing  gloom, 
For  defcrt  waftes  fair  Eden's  fields, 

For  tearful  paths  a  blotted  home  ! 

Albert  Knapp. 


ilma  <&tvmamta.  lS9 


VI. 

ON    THE    VOYAGE. 

N  our  fails  all  foft  and  fweetly, 
Yet  with  bold  refiftlefs  force, 
Breathe  the  winds  of  heaven,  and  fleetly 

Wing  us  on  our  watery  courfe ; 
Swift,  and  fwifter.  furrowing  deep 
Through  the  mighty  waves,  that  keep 
Not  a  trace  where  we  have  been, 
On  we  fpeed  to  lands  unfeen  ! 

Sink  thou  deeply  in  our  mind, 
Type  of  life,  molt,  apt  and  true  ! 

Though  we  leave  no  track  behind, 
Yet  we  plough  our  furrows  too, 

Where,  from  out  a  world  of  blifs, 

Falls  the  feed  unfeen  of  this, 

And  an  unfeen  diftant  home 

Beckons  o'er  the  defert  foam. 

Be  our  voyage,  brethren,  fuch 

That  if  direft  peril  came, 
Wreck  and  ruin  could  not  touch 

Aught  but  this  our  weary  frame  ; 


i6o  £vjrct  CScrmcmica. 

That  may  gladly  fleep  the  while, 
Still  and  bleft  the  foul  fhall  fmile, 
In  the  eternal  peace  of  Heaven, 
That  our  God  hath  furely  given. 

Oh  that  in  that  blefTed  peace 

Many  and  many  a  foul  may  reft ! 

That  through  us  might  God  increafe 
Soon  the  number  of  the  bleft ! 

Free  through  us  the  fouls  that  now 

'Neath  a  bitter  bondage  bow ; 

Whom  yet  darkeft  error  binds ! 

Speed,  oh  fpeed  us  on,  ye  winds  ! 

De  La  Motte  Fouque. 


£m*a  (Bcrmamca.  161 


AT    THE 


BURIAL  OF  THE  DEAD. 


THE  SURE  AND  CERTAIN  HOPE. 

OW  lay  we  calmly  in  the  grave 
This  form,  whereof  no  doubt  we  have 
That  it  fhall  rife  again  that  Day 
(r^^f     In  glorious  triumph  o'er  decay. 

And  fo  to  earth  again  we  trull 
What  came  from  dull,  and  turns  to  dull, 
And  from  the  dull  fhall  furely  rife 
When  the  laft  trumpet  fills  the  fkics. 

His  foul  is  living  now  in  God 
Whofe  grace  his  pardon  hath  bellowed, 
Who  through  His  Son  redeemed  him  here 
From  bondage  unto  fin  and  fear. 


1(52  fnrct  ©rrmcimcct. 


His  trials  and  his  griefs  are  paft, 

A  blefled  end  is  his  at  last, 

He  bore  Chrift's  yoke,  and  did  His  will, 

And  though  he  died,  he  liveth  Hill. 

He  lives  where  none  can  mourn  and  weep, 
And  calmly  mall  this  body  fleep 
Till  God  mall  Death  himfelf  deftroy, 
And  raife  it  into  glorious  joy. 

He  fuflered  pain  and  grief  below, 
Chrift  heals  him  now  from  all  his  woe, 
For  him  hath  endlefs  joy  begun, 
He  mines  in  glory  like  the  fun. 

Then  let  us  leave  him  to  his  reft, 
And  homewards  turn,  for  he  is  bleft, 
And  we  mult  well  our  fouls  prepare, 
When  death  fhall  come,  to  meet  him  there. 

Then  help  us,  Chrift,  our  Hope  in  lofs ! 
Thou  haft  redeemed  us  by  Thy  crofs 
From  endlefs  death  and  mifery  ; 
We  praife,  we  bless,  we  worfhip  Thee  ! 

Michael  Weiss.      153  1. 


£nra  <J?crmanica.  163 


II. 

THE    DEPARTURE    OF    A    CHRISTIAN. 

/^!SS=SS!\  OW  weeping  at  the  grave  we  Hand 
And  fow  the  feed  of  tears, 
The  form  of  him  who  in  our  band 
On  earth  no  more  appears. 

Ah  no,  for  he  hath  fafely  come 

Where  we  too  would  attain ; 
He  dwells  within  our  Father's  home, 

And  death  to  him  was  gain. 

Now  he  beholds  what  we  believe, 

He  has  what  here  we  want, 
The  fins  no  more  his  foul  can  grieve 

That  here  the  pilgrim  haunt; 
The  Lord  hath  claimed  him  for  His  own 

And  lent  him  calm  releafe  ; 
We  weep,  but  it  is  we  alone, 

He  dwells  in  perfect  peace. 

He  wears  the  crown  of  life  on  high, 
He  bears  the  mining  palm, 


l64  Ctira  (5crm  antra. 

Where  angels  "  Holy,  holy,"  cry, 
He  joins  their  glorious  pfalm. 

But  we  poor  pilgrims  journey  on 
Through  this  dark  land  of  woe, 

Until  we  go  where  he  is  gone, 
And  all  his  joy  mail  know. 

Spitta. 


£ma  (Bmnanica.  165 

in. 

THE    LORD ^ DOTH  ALL   THINGS  WELL. 

HRIST  will  gather  in  His  own 
To  the  place  where  He  is  gone, 
Where  their  heart  and  treafure  lie, 
Where  our  life  is  hid  on  high. 

Day  by  day  the  voice  faith,  "  Come, 
Enter  thine  eternal  home ;" 
Afking  not  if  we  can  fpare 
This  dear  foul  it  fummons  there. 

Had  He  afkcd  us,  well  we  know 
We  mould  cry,  oh  fpare  this  blow  ! 
Yes,  with  ftrcaming  tears  mould  pray, 
"  Lord,  we  love  him,  let  him  Hay  !" 

But  the  Lord  doth  nought  amifs, 
And  fincc  He  hath  ordered  this, 
We  have  nought  to  do  but  Hill 
Reft  in  filence  on  His  will. 

Many  a  heart  no  longer  here, 
Ah!   was  all  too  inly  dear; 
Yet,  O  Love,  'tis  Thou  doft  call, 
Thou  wilt  be  our  All  in  all. 

Moravi  vn  Hymn-book. 


166  Cnra  ©rnnantca. 


IV. 
THE    LIGHT    IN    DARKNESS. 

HOUGH  Love  may  weep  with  breaking 
heart, 
There  comes,  O  Chrift,  a  Day  of  Thine, 
There  is  a  Morning  Star  mull  fhine, 

And  all  thefe  fhadows  fhall  depart. 

Though  Faith  may  droop  and  tremble  here, 
That  Day  of  light  mail  furely  come ; 
His  path  has  led  him  fafely  home ; 

When  twilight  breaks  the  dawn  is  near. 

Though  Hope  fcem  now  to  have  hoped  in  vain, 
And  Death  feem  king  of  all  below, 
There  yet  fhall  come  the  Morning-glow, 

And  wake  our  flumberers  once  again. 

F.  A.   Krummacher. 


£m*a  ©crmanica.  l67 


THE    DEATH    OF    A    LITTLE    CHILD. 


ENTLE  Shepherd,  Thou  haft  Hilled 

Now  Thy  little  lamb's  long  weeping; 
Ah  how  peaceful,  pale,  and  mild, 
In  its  narrow  bed  'tis  deeping, 
And  no  figh  of  anguifh  fore 
Heaves  that  little  bofom  more. 


In  this  world  of  care  and  pain, 

Lord,  Thou  wouldft  no  longer  leave  it, 
To  the  funny  heavenly  plain 

Doft  Thou  now  with  joy  receive  it, 
Clothed  in  robes  of  fpotlcfs  white, 
Now  it  dwells  with  Thee  In  light. 

Ah  Lord  Jefus,  grant  that  we 

Where  it  lives  may  foon  be  living, 

And  the  lovely  paftures  fee 

That  its  heavenly  food  arc  giving, 

Then  the  gain  of  death  we  prove 

Though  Thou  take  what  molt,  we  love. 

Meinhold. 


168  Cnrcr  (Gkrmamca. 


VI. 

ON    THE    DEATH    OF    HIS    SON. 

HOU'RT  mine,  yes,  Hill  thou  art  mine 
own ! 
Who  tells  me  thou  art  loft  ? 
But  yet  thou  art  not  mine  alone, 
I  own  that  He  who  crofs'd 
My  hopes,  hath  greater!:  right  in  thee ; 
Yea,  though  He  afk  and  take  from  me 
Thee,  O  my  Ton,  my  heart's  delight, 
My  wifh,  my  thought,  by  day  and  night. 

Ah  might  I  wifh,  ah  might  I  choofe, 
Then  thou,  my  Star,  fhouldft  live, 

And  gladly  for  thy  fake  I'd  lofe 
All  elfe  that  life  can  give. 

Oh  fain  I'd  fay  :   Abide  with  me, 

The  funfhinc  of  my  houfe  to  be, 

No  other  joy  but  this  I  crave, 

To  love  thee,  darling,  to  my  grave  ! 

Thus  faith  my  heart,  and  means  it  well, 

God  meancth  better  it'll] ; 
My  love  is  more  than  words  can  tell, 

His  love  is  greater  (till ; 


Cura  (Bermamca.  169 

I  am  a  father,  He  the  Head 
And  Crown  of  fathers,  whence  is  fhed 
The  life  and  love  from  which  have  fprung 
All  bleflcd  ties  in  old  and  young. 

I  long  for  thee,  my  fon,  my  own, 

And  He  who  once  hath  given, 
Will  have  thee  now  befide  His  throne, 

To  live  with  Him  in  heaven. 
I  cry,  Alas !  my  light,  my  child ! 
But  God  hath  welcome  on  him  fmiled, 
And  faid  :   "  My  child,  I  keep  thee  near, 
For  there  is  nought  but  gladnefs  here." 

Oh  blefTed  word,  oh  deep  decree, 

More  holy  than  we  think ! 
With  God  no  grief  or  woe  can  be, 

No  bitter  cup  to  drink, 
No  fickening  hopes,  no  want  or  care, 
No  hurt  can  ever  reach  him  there ; 
Yes,  in  that  Father's  flickered  home 
I  know  that  forrow  cannot  come. 

We  pafs  our  nights  in  wakeful  thought 

For  our  dear  children's  fake ; 
All  day  our  anxious  toil  hath  fought 

How  bell  for  them  to  make 
A  future  fafe  from  care  or  need, 
Yet  feldom  do  our  fchemes  fuccccd  ; 
How  feldom  does  their  future  prove 
What  we  had  planned  for  thofe  we  love ! 


17°  Cgra  ©crmamca. 

How  many  a  child  of  promife  fair 

Ere  now  hath  gone  aftray, 
By  ill  example  taught  to  dare 
For  fake  Ch  rift's  holy  way. 
Oh  fearful  the  reward  is  then, 
The  wrath  of  God,  the  fcorn  of  men ! 
The  bittereft  tears  that  e'er  are  fhed 
Are  his  who  mourns  a  child  milled. 

But  now  I  need  not  fear  for  thee, 

Where  thou  art,  all  is  well ; 
For  thou  thy  Father's  Face  doth  fee, 

With  Jefus  thou  doft  dwell ! 
Yes,  cloudlefs  joys  around  him  mine, 
His  heart  mail  never  ache  like  mine, 
He  fees  the  radiant  armies  glow 
That  keep  and  guide  us  here  below : 

He  hears  their  singing  evermore, 

His  little  voice  too  fings, 
He  drinks  of  wifdom  decpcft  lore, 

He  fpeaks  of  fecret  things, 
That  we  can  never  fee  or  know 
Howe'cr  we  feek  or  ftrive  below, 
While  yet  amid  the  mifts  we  ftand 
That  veil  this  dark  and  tearful  land. 

Oh  that  I  could  but  watch  afar, 

And  hearken  but  awhile, 
To  that  fweet  fong  that  hath  no  jar, 

And  fee  his  heavenly  fmile, 


Cgra  ©crmamca.  17 « 

As  he  doth  praife  the  holy  God, 
Who  made  him  pure  for  that  abode ! 
In  tears  of  joy  full  well  I  know 
This  burdened  heart  would  overflow. 

And  I  mould  fay  :   Stay  here,  my  fon, 
My  wild  laments  are  o'er, 

0  well  for  thee  that  thou  haft  won, 
I  call  thee  back  no  more ; 

But  come,  thou  fiery  chariot,  come, 
And  bear  me  fwiftly  to  that  home, 
Where  he  with  many  a  loved  one  dwells, 
And  evermore  of  gladnefs  tells ! 

Then  be  it  as  my  Father  wills, 

I  will  not  weep  for  thee ; 
Thou  liveft,  joy  thy  fpirit  fills, 

Pure  funfhine  thou  doft  fee, 
The  funfhine  of  eternal  reft  : 
Abide,  my  child,  where  thou  art  bleft ; 

1  with  our  friends  will  onward  fare, 
And,  when  God  wills,  fhall  find  thee  there. 

Paul  Gerhardt.      1650. 


PART    II. 


THE   INNER    LIFE 


PENITENCE. 


THE  ONLY  HELPER. 

ORD  Jefus  Chrift,  in  Thee  alone 
My  hope  on  earth  I  place  ; 
For  other  comforter  is  none, 
Nor  help  fave  in  Thy  grace. 
There  is  no  man  nor  creature  here, 
No  angel  in  the  heavenly  fphere, 
Who  at  my  need  can  fuccour  me; 

I  cry  to  Thee, 
For  Thou  canft  end  my  mifery. 

My  fin  is  very  fore  and  great, 

I  mourn  its  load  beneath  ; 
Oh  free  me  from  this  heavy  weight 

Through  Thy  moil  precious  death  ; 
And  with  Thy  Father  for  me  plead 
That  Thou  haft  fuffer'd  in  my  flead, 
The  burden  then  from  me  is  roll'd  ; 

Lord,  I  lay  hold 
On  Thy  dear  promifes  of  old. 

(175) 


J76  £gra  ©nrmanica. 

And  of  Thy  grace  on  me  bellow 
True  Chriftian  faith,  O  Lord, 

That  all  the  fweetnefs  I  may  know 
That  in  Thy  crofs  is  ftored, 

Love  Thee  o'er  earthly  pride  or  pelf, 

And  love  my  neighbour  as  myfelf ; 

And  when  at  lafl  is  come  my  end, 
Be  Thou  my  Friend, 

From  all  alTaults  my  foul  defend. 

Glory  to  God  in  higheft  heaven, 

The  Father  of  all  love ; 
To  His  dear  Son,  for  finners  given 

Whofe  grace  we  daily  prove  ; 
To  God  the  Holy  Ghoft  we  cry, 
That  we  may  find  His  comfort  nigh, 
And  learn  how,  free  from  fin  and  fear, 

To  pleafe  Him  here, 
And  ferve  Him  in  the  finlefs  fphere. 

J.   SCHNEESING.        I  5  22. 


£m*a  <8>trmanica.  iu 


ii. 

submission. 

LAS  !  my  Lord  and  God, 

How  heavy  is  my  load, 
My  fins  are  great  and  weigh  me  to  the 

ground  ; 
The  yoke  doth  forely  prefs, 
And  yet  in  my  diflrefs 
Through  all  the  world  no  helper  can  be  found. 

And  fled  I  in  my  fear 

Far  far  away  from  here, 
To  the  earth's  remoteft  end — Thou  ftill  wert  there. 

My  anguifh  and  my  pain 

Would  yet  with  me  remain  ; 
I  could  not  flee  away  from  defpair. 

'Tis  Thou  canft  help  alone, 

I  call:  me  at  Thy  throne, 
Reject  me  not,  though  I  deferve  it,  Lord  ; 

Ah  think  of  all  Thy  Son 

For  mc,  for  me,  hath  done, 
Nor  let  me  feel  Thy  fharp  avenging  fword. 
8* 


l7%  Cjiva  ©rrmanica. 

And  if  it  must  be  fo, 

That  punifhment  and  woe 
Mull  follow  Jin,  then  let  me  bear  it  here ; 

Low  at  Thy  feet  I  bow, 

Oh  let  me  fuffer  now, 
But  fpare  me  yonder,  then  in  love  appear. 

Oh  Lord,  forget  my  fin, 
And  deign  to  put  within 

A  calm  obedient  heart,  a  patient  mind, 
That  I  may  murmur  not, 
Though  bitter  feem  my  lot, 

For  hearts  unthankful  can  no  blefling  find. 

Do  Thou,  O  Lord,  with  me 

As  feemeth  belt  to  Thee, 
For  Thou  wilt  ftrengthcn  me  to  bear  the  rod, 

For  this  alone  I  pray, 

Oh  call  me  not  away, 
For  ever  from  Thy  grace,  Thou  pitying  God. 

Nay,  that  Thou  wilt  not  do, 
I  know  Thy  word  is  true, 

My  faith  can  reft  in  quiet  hope  on  Thee, 
The  death  of  Chrift,  I  know, 
Hath  freed  me  from  my  woe, 

And  open'd  heaven  to  finners  and  to  me. 

Lord  Jefus,  where  Thou  art 
All  doubt  and  dread  depart, 


ilma  (Owmanica.  119 

My  refuge  is  the  crofs  where  Thou  wail  flain, 
Where  Thou,  Lord,  for  our  fake 
Didft  all  our  griefs  partake, 

And  die  our  comfort  and  our  grace  to  gain. 

Here  at  my  Saviour's  fide, 

Here  let  me  Hill  abide, 
Then  death  may  come,  but  little  he  deftroys ; 

Though  foul  and  body  part, 

I  live  where  Thou,  Lord,  art, 
My  fins  wiped  out  amid  eternal  joys. 

All  praife  to  God  alone/ 

Who  claims  me  for  His  own, 
Through  Chrift  my  Lord  ;  oh  let  me  truft  Him 
then, 

And  lean  in  fuller!  faith 

On  what  my  Saviour  faith, 
He  who  believeth  mall  be  faved ;  Amen. 

Rutilius.      1604;  and  Gross.      1627. 


i8o  ilma  (Ownmmca. 


in. 

IN  GREAT  INWARD  DISTRESS. 

ESUS,  pitying  Saviour,  hear  me, 
Draw  Thou  near  me, 
Turn  Thee,  Lord,  in  grace  to  me ; 
For  Thou  knoweft  all  my  forrow, 
Night  and  morrow 
Doth  my  cry  go  up  to  Thee. 

Loft  in  darknefs,  girt  with  dangers, 

Round  me  ftrangers, 
Through  an  alien  land  I  roam, 
Outward  trials,  bitter  lofTes, 

Inward  crofTes, 
Lord,  Thou  knoweft  have  fought  me  home. 

See  the  fetters  that  have  bound  me, 

Snares  furround  me, 
Free  the  captive,  hear  my  call ; 
Ah  from  fin  my  foul  I  never 

Can  deliver, 
I  am  weak  and  helplefs  all. 


Cgra  (6crmanica.  l81 

Though  the  tempter's  wiles  and  cunning 

I  am  fhunning, 
Yet  they  vex  and  wound  me  fore ; 
Oft  I  waver,  oft  I  languifh, 

Fill'd  with  anguifh, 
Strength  and  reft  are  mine  no  more. 

Peace  I  cannot  find,  oh  take  me, 

Lord,  and  make  me 
From  the  yoke  of  evil  free ; 
Calm  this  longing  never-fleeping, 

Still  my  weeping, 
Grant  me  hope  once  more  in  Thee. 

Sin  of  courage  hath  bereft  me, 

And  hath  left  me 
Scarce  a  fpark  of  faith  or  hope ; 
Bitter  tears  my  heart  oft  fheddeth 

As  it  dreadeth 
I  am  paft  Thy  mercy's  fcope. 

Lord,  wilt  Thou  be  wroth  for  ever  ? 

Oh  deliver 
Me  from  all  I  moll  deferved  ; 
'Tis  Thyfelf,  dear  Lord,  haft  fought  me, 

Thou  hall  taught  me 
Thee  to  feck  from  whom  I  fwerved. 

Thou,  my  God  and  King,  haft  known  me, 

Yet  haft  mown  me 
True  and  loving  is  Thy  will ; 


182  Cgra  (5crmanica. 

Though  my  heart  from  Thee  oft  ranges, 

Through  its  changes, 
Lord,  Thy  love  is  faithful  ftill. 

Satan  watches  to  betray  me, 

He  would  flay  me, 
Quicken  Thou  my  faith  and  powers, 
Let  me,  though  Thy  face  Thou'rt  hiding, 

Still  confiding, 
Look  to  Thee  in  darkeil  hours. 

Blefs  my  trials  thus  to  fever 

Me  for  ever 
From  the  love  of  felf  and  fin  ; 
Let  me  through  them  fee  Thee  clearer, 

Find  Thee  nearer, 
Grow  more  like  to  Thee  within. 

In  the  patience  that  Thou  lendell 

All  Thou  fcndeft 
I  embrace,  I  will  be  Hill ; 
Bend  this  flubborn  heart  I  pray  Thee 

To  obey  Thee, 
Calmly  waiting  on  Thy  will. 

Here  I  bring  my  will,  oh  take  it, 

Thine,  Lord,  make  it, 
Calm  this  troubled  heart  of  mine  ; 
In  Thy  ftrcngth  I  too  may  conquer, 

Wait  no  longer, 
Show  in  me  Thy  grace  Divine. 

Tersteegen.      i  73  i. 


ilma  (&n*manlca.  *%3 


IV. 

THE  WEAKNESS  AND  RESTLESSNESS 
OF  SIN. 


JESUS,  Lord  of  majefty  ! 

O  glorious  King,  eternal  Son  ! 
In  mercy  bend  Thou  down  to  me, 

As  now  I  call  me  at  Thy  throne. 


Enflaved  to  vanity,  and  weak, 
An  alien  power  in  me  hath  fway 

My  ftrength  is  gone,  howe'er  I  feek 
I  cannot  break  my  bonds  away. 

How  oft  my  heart  againft  my  will 
Is  torn  and  to  fling  to  and  fro, 

I  cannot,  as  I  would,  fulfill 

The  good  that  yet  I  love  and  know. 

How  many  ties  opprefs  and  bind 
The  foul  that  yearneth  to  be  free  ; 

Dift rafted,  vanquifh'd,  oft  the  mind 
That  fain  would  reft  at  peace  in  Thee. 


l84  Cyrct  t&zvmanha. 

I  praclife  me  in  felf-controul, 

Yet  reft  and  calm  in  vain  purfue  ; 

Self-will  is  rooted  in  my  foul, 

And  thwarts  me  ftill,  whate'er  I  do. 

I  hate  it,  but  its  life  is  ftrong, 

I  fear,  yet  cannot  it  forfake ; 
Ah  Lord,  how  long  it  feems,  how  long, 

Until  Thy  grace  my  yoke  fhall  break  ! 

Ah  Jefus,  when,  when  wilt  Thou  lead 
The  prifoner  from  this  drear  abode  ? 

When  fhall  I  feel  that  I  am  freed, 

And  Thou  art  with  me,  Son  of  God  ? 

Oh  take  this  heart  that  I  would  give 

For  ever  to  be  all  Thine  own ; 
I  to  myfelf  no  more  would  live ; 

Come,  Lord,  be  Thou  my  King  alone. 

Yes,  take  my  heart,  and  in  it  rule, 

Direcl  it  as  it  pleafes  Thee ; 
I  will  be  iilent  in  Thy  fchool, 

And  learn  whate'er  Thou  teacheft  me. 

What  lives  by  life  that  is  not  Thine 
I  yield  it  to  Thy  righteous  doom  • 

What  yet  refists  Thy  power  Divine, 
Oh  let  Thy  lire  of  love  confume. 

And  then  within  the  heart  abide 

That  Thou  haft  cleanfed  to  be  Thy  throne ; 


Cnra  (Bcrmamca.  l8s 

A  look  from  Thee  fhall  be  my  guide, 
I  watch  but  till  Thy  will  is  known. 

Yes,  make  me  Thine, — though  I  am  weak, 
Thy  fervice  makes  us  ftrong  and  free ; 

My  Lord  and  King,  Thy  face  I  feek, 
For  ever  keep  me  true  to  Thee. 

Tersteegen.     i  73  i. 


1 86  Cgra  ©rcmanica. 


v. 

A  CHRISTIAN'S  DAILY  PRAYER. 


GOD,  Thou  faithful  God, 
Thou  Fountain  ever  flowing, 
Without  Whom  nothing  is, 
All  perfect  gifts  bellowing  ; 
A  pure  and  healthy  frame 
Oh  give  me,  and  within 
A  confcience  pure  from  blame, 
A  foul  unhurt  by  fin. 

And  grant  me,  Lord,  to  do, 
With  ready  heart  and  willing, 

Whate'er  Thou  fhalt  command, 
My  calling  here  fulfilling, 
And  do  it  when  I  ought, 

With  all  my  flrength,  and  blefs 
The  work  I  thus  have  wrought, 
For  Thou  mull  give  fuccefs. 

And  let  me  promifc  nought 
But  I  can  keep  it  truly, 

Abftain  from  idle  words, 
And  guard  my  lips  {till  duly  ; 


Cnrct  (Ewmctnica.  *%7 


And  grant,  when  in  my  place 
I  muft  and  ought  to  fpeak, 

My  words  due  power  and  grace, 
Nor  let  me  wound  the  weak. 

If  dangers  gather  round, 
Yet  keep  me  calm  and  fearlefs ; 
And  help  me  bear  the  crofs 
When  life  is  dark  and  cheerlefs ; 
And  overcome  my  foe 

With  words  and  actions  kind  ; 
When  counfel  I  would  know, 
Good  counfel  let  me  find. 

And  let  me  be  with  all 
In  peace  and  friendfhip  living, 

As  far  as  Chriftians  may  ; 
And  if  Thou  aught  art  giving 
Of  wealth  and  honours  fair, 

Oh  this  refufe  me  not, 
That  nought  be  mingled  there 
Of  goods  unjuflly  got. 

And  if  a  longer  life 
Be  here  on  earth  decreed  me, 

And  Thou  through  many  a  ftrife 
To  age  at  la  ft  wilt  lead  me, 
Thy  patience  in  me  fried, 
Avert  all  fin  and  fhame, 
And  crown  my  hoary  head 
With  pure,  untarnifh'd  fame. 


Cgra  (Bwmamca. 


Let  nothing  that  may  chance, 
From  Chrift  my  Saviour  fever, 

And  dying  with  Him,  take 
My  foul  to  Thee  for  ever; 
And  let  my  body  have  ; 
A  little  fpace  to  fleep 
Befide  my  father's  grave, 

And  friends  that  o'er  it  weep. 

And  when  the  Day  is  come, 
And  all  the  dead  are  waking, 

Oh  reach  me  down  Thy  hand, 
Thyfelf  my  flumbers  breaking ; 
Then  let  me  hear  Thy  voice, 

And  change  this  earthly  frame, 
And  bid  me  aye  rejoice 

With  thofe  who  love  Thy  name. 

JOHANN  HEERMANN.        163O. 


£m*a  (Bermantca.  l89 


VI. 
THE  DELIVERER  FROM  BONDAGE. 


HOU  who  breakeft  every  chain, 
Thou  who  Hill  art  ever  near, 
Thou  with  whom  difgrace  and  pain 
Turn  to  joy  and  heaven  e'en  here ; 
Let  Thy  further  judgments  fall 
On  the  Adam  ftrong  within, 
Till  Thy  grace  hath  freed  us  all 
From  the  prifon  houfe  of  fin. 


JTis  Thy  Father's  will  toward  us, 

Thou  fhouldft  end  Thy  work  at  length ; 
Hence  in  Thee  are  centred  thus 

Perfect  wifdom,  love,  and  ftrength, 
That  Thou  none  fhouldft  lofe  of  thofe 

Whom  He  gave  Thee,  though  they  roam 
'Wildered  here  amid  their  foes, 

Thou  fhouldft  bring  them  fafely  home. 

Ah  Thou  wilt,  Thou  canft  not  ccafe, 
Till  Thy  perfect  work  be  done  ; 

In  Thy  hands  we  lie  at  peace, 

Knowing  all  Thy  love  hath  won, 


19°  Cgva  ©mnanka. 

Though  the  world  may  blindly  dream 
We  are  captives  poor  and  bafe, 

And  the  crofs's  yoke  may  deem 
Sign  of  meannefs  and  difgrace. 

Look  upon  our  bonds,  and  fee 

How  doth  all  creation  groan 
'Neath  the  yoke  of  vanity, 

Make  Thy  full  redemption  known ; 
Still  we  wreflle,  cry,  and  pray, 

Held  in  bitter  bondage  faft, 
Though  the  foul  would  break  away 

Into  higher  things  at  laft. 

Lord,  we  do  not  afk  for  reft 

For  the  flefh,  we  only  pray 
Thou  wouldft  do  as  feems  Thee  beft, 

Ere  yet  comes  our  parting  day ; 
But  our  fpirit  clings  to  Thee, 

Will  not,  dare  not,  let  Thee  go, 
Until  Thou  haft  fet  her  free 

From  the  bonds  that  caufe  her  woe. 

Ruler  rule,  and  Conqueror  conquer, 

King  afTert  Thy  fovereign  right, 
Till  there  be  no  flavery  longer 

Spread  the  kingdom  of  Thy  might ! 
Lead  the  captives  freely  out, 

Through  the  covenant  of  Thy  blood, 
From  our  dark  rcmorfe  and  doubt, 

For  Thou  wilt  nlonc  our  good. 


Cnrct  ©mncmtca.  l9l 

'Tis  of  our  own  fault,  we  own 

We  are  flaves  to  fclf  and  iloth, 
Yet  oh  leave  us  not  alone 

In  the  living  death  we  loathe ; 
Crufhed  beneath  our  burden's  weight, 

Crying  at  Thy  feet  we  fall, 
Point  the  path,  though  fleep  and  {trait, 

Thou  didfl  open  once  for  all. 

Ah  how  dearly  were  we  bought 

Not  to  ferve  the  world  or  fin ; 
By  the  work  that  Thou  hail  wrought 

Mull  Thou  make  us  pure  within, — 
Wholly  pure  and  free,  in  us 

Be  Thine  image  now  reftored : 
Filled  from  out  Thy  fulnefs  thus 

Grace  for  grace  is  on  us  poured. 

Draw  us  to  Thy  crofs,  O  Love, 

Crucify  with  Thee  whate'er 
Cannot  dwell  with  Thee  above, 

Lead  us  to  thofe  regions  fair  ! 
Courage !  long  the  time  may  feem, 

Yet  His  day  is  coming  fall ; 
We  fhall  be  like  them  that  dream 

When  our  freedom  dawns  at  laft. 

Gottfried  Arnold.      1697. 


l92  £gra  t&txmamta. 


VII. 

THE    SAFE    REFUGE. 

OURAGE,  my  forely-tempted  heart ! 
Break    through    thy   woes,    forget     their 

fmart ; 
Come  forth  and  on  Thy  Bridegroom  gaze, 
The  Lamb  of  God,  the  Fount  of  grace; 
Here  is  thy  place ! 


His  arms  are  open,  thither  flee ! 
There  reft  and  peace  are  waiting  thee, 
The  deathless  crown  of  righteoufnefs, 
The  entrance  to  eternal  blifs ; 

He  gives  thee  this ! 

Then  combat  well,  of  nought  afraid, 
For  thus  His  follower  thou  art  made, 
Each  battle  teaches  thee  to  %ht, 
Each  foe  to  be  a  braver  knight, 

Armed  with  His  might. 

If  florins  of  fierce  temptation  rife, 
Unmoved  we'll  face  the  frowning  fkies ; 


£ma  (Sfcrmamca.  193 

If  but  the  heart  is  true  indeed, 
Chrift  will  be  with  us  in  our  need, — 
His  own  could  bleed. 

I  flee  away  to  Thy  dear  crofs, 
For  hope  is  there  for  every  lofs, 
Healing  for  every  wound  and  woe, 
There  all  the  ftrength  of  love  I  know 
And  feel  its  glow. 

Before  the  Holy  One  I  fall, 
The  Eternal  Sacrifice  for  all ; 
His  death  has  freed  us  from  our  load, 
Peace  on  the  anguifhed  foul  beftowed, 
Brought  us  to  God. 

How  then  fhould  I  go  mourning  on  ? 
I  look  to  Thee, — my  fears  are  gone, 
With  Thee  is  reft  that  cannot  ceafe, 
For  Thou  haft  wrought  us  full  releafe, 
And  made  our  peace. 

Thy  word  hath  ftill  its  glorious  powers, 
The  nobleft  chivalry  is  ours ; 

0  Thou,  for  whom  to  die  is  gain, 

1  bring  Thee  here  my  all,  oh  deign 

To  accept  and  reign  ! 
J.  H.  Bohmer.      1704. 
9 


194  Cnra  ©ermanica. 


PRAISE   AND   THANKS- 
GIVING. 


THE    CHORUS    OF    GOD'S  THANKFUL 
CHILDREN. 

OW  thank  we  all  our  God, 
With  heart  and  hands  and  voices, 
Who  wondrous  things  hath  done, 
(r^s^S    In  whom  His  world  rejoices  ; 
Who  from  our  mother's  arms 
Hath  bleffed  us  on  our  way 
With  countlefs  gifts  of  love, 
And  ftill  is  ours  to-day. 

Oh  may  this  bounteous  God 
Through  all  our  life  be  near  us, 

With  ever  joyful  hearts 
And  bleffed  peace  to  cheer  us ; 
And  keep  us  in  His  grace, 

And  guide  us  when  perplex'd, 
And  free  us  from  all  ills 

In  this  world  and  the  next. 


£ma  ©crmcmira.  195 

All  praifc  and  thanks  to  God 
The  Father,  now  be  given, 

The  Son,  and  Him  who  reigns 
With  them  in  higheft  heaven, 
The  One  eternal  God, 

Whom  earth  and  heaven  adore, 
For  thus  it  was,  is  now, 
And  mail  be  evermore  ! 

Martin  Rinxkart.      1636. 


!96  Cura  (Ewmamca. 


II. 

THE    GOODNESS    OF    GOD. 

LL  praife  and  thanks  to  God  moft  High, 
The  Father  of  all  Love  ! 
The  God  who  doeth  wondroufly, 
The  God  who  from  above 
My  foul  with  richeft  folace  fills, 
The  God  who  every  forrow  Hills ; 
Give  to  our  God  the  glory  ! 

The  hoft  of  heaven  Thy  praifes  tell, 
All  thrones  bow  down  to  Thee, 

And  all  who  in  Thy  fhadow  dwell, 
In  earth  and  air  and  fea, 

Declare  and  laud  their  Maker's  might, 

Whofe  wifdom  orders  all  things  right ; 
Give^to  our  God  the  glory  ! 

And  for  the  creatures  He  hath  made 

Our  God  fhall  well  provide ; 
His  grace  fhall  be  their  conftant  aid, 

Their  guard  on  every  fide  ; 


£ma  (Pcrmanicct.  197 

His  kingdom  ye  may  furely  truil, 
There  all  is  equal,  all  is  juft ; 

Give  to  our  God  the  glory ! 

I  fought  Him  in  my  hour  of  need ; 

Lord  God,  now  hear  my  prayer ! 
For  death  He  gave  me  life  indeed, 

And  comfort  for  defpair ; 
For  this  my  thanks  fhall  endlefs  be, 
Oh  thank  Him,  thank  Him  too  with  me ; 
Give  to  our  God  the  glory  ! 

The  Lord  is  never  far  away, 

Nor  fundered  from  His  flock ; 
He  is  their  refuge  and  their  Hay, 

Their  peace,  their  trull,  their  rock, 
And  with  a  mother's  watchful  love 
He  guides  them  wherefoe'er  they  rove 
Give  to  our  God  the  glory  ! 

And  when  earth  cannot  comfort  more, 

Nor  earthly  help  avail, 
The  Maker  comes  Himfelf,  whofe  flore 

Of  blcfling  cannot  fail, 
And  bends  on  them  a  Father's  eyes 
Whom  earth  all  reil  and  hope  denies : 
Give  to  our  God  the  glory  ! 

Ah  then  till  life  hath  reached  its  bound, 

My  God,  I'll  worfhip  Thee, 
The  chorus  of  Thy  praife  (hall  found 

Far  over  land  and  fea  ; 


J98  Cgrct  (Sermanka. 

Oh  foul  and  body  now  rejoice, 
My  heart  fend  forth  a  gladfome  voice : 
Give  to  our  God  the  glory ! 

All  ye  who  name  ChrirVs  holy  Name, 

Give  to  our  God  the  glory  ! 
Ye  who  the  Father's  power  proclaim, 

Give  to  our  God  the  glory  ! 
All  idols  under  foot  be  trod, 
The  Lord  is  God !     The  Lord  is  God ! 
Give  to  our  God  the  glory  ! 

J.    J.    SCHUTZ.        1673. 


£nra  (Brrmamca.  199 


in. 

THE  GLORY  OF  GOD  IN  CREATION. 


O,  heaven  and  earth,  and  Tea  and  air, 
Their  Maker's  glory  all  declare ; 
And  thou,  my  foul,  awake  and  fing, 
To  Him  Thy  praifes  alfo  bring. 


Through  Him  the  glorious  Source  of  Day 
Can  break  the  clouds  of  night  away  ; 
The  pomp  of  ftars,  the  moon's  foft  light, 
Praife  Him  through  all  the  filent  ni^ht. 

Behold,  how  He  hath  everywhere 
Made  earth  fo  wondrous  rich  and  fair ; 
The  foreft  dark,  the  fruitful  land, 
All  living  things  do  mow  His  hand. 

Behold,  how  through  the  boundlcfs  ikv 
The  happy  birds  all  fwiftly  fly  ; 
And  fire  and  wind  and  ilorm  are  Hz  ill 
The  readv  fervante  of  His  will. 


Cnrct  (Bcrmmuca. 


Behold  the  waters'  ceafelefs  flow, 
For  ever  circling  to  and  fro ; 
The  mighty  Tea,  the  bubbling  well, 
Alike  their  Maker's  glory  tell. 

My  God  how  wondroufly  doll  Thou 
Unfold  Thyfelf  to  us  e'en  now  ! 
O  grave  it  deeply  on  my  heart 
What  I  am,  and  what  Thou,  Lord,  art ! 

Joachim  Neander.      1679. 


£ma  (Bcrmanicct.  2QI 


IV. 

THE  FAITHFULNESS  OF  GOD. 

WHO  fo  oft  in  deep  diftrefs 

And  bitter  grief  rhuft  dwell, 
Will  now  my  God  with  gladnefs  blefs, 
And  all  His  mercies  tell ; 
Oh  hear  me  then,  my  God  and  King, 
While  of  Thy  Holy  Name  I  fing, 
Who  doeft  all  things  well. 

Our  fathers  who  are  now  no  more 
Have  praifed  Thee  in  their  day, 

They  taught  their  children  oft  of  yore 
The  wonders  of  Thy  way ; 

Our  children  mail  not  reft,  and  ftill 

They  mall  not  all  the  meafure  fill, 
Nor  all  exhauft  the  lay. 

To  Thee  how  many  thankful  fongs 

Have  gone  up  ere  my  days, 
And  yet  to  me  a  part  belongs 

In  that  great  hymn  of  praife  ; 
I  too  muft  tell  Thy  wondrous  might, 
And  praife  Thy  covenant  jufl:  and  right, 

And  Thine  all-conquering  grace. 
9* 


202 


iima  (Ewmamcct. 


And  many  a  pious  heart  ihall  learn 

The  fongs  I  make  to  Thee, 
Far  o'er  the  ftars  that  yonder  burn 

Shall  rife  our  harmony, 
Thy  Majefty,  Thy  mighty  Hand, 
Shall  be  reveal'd  to  every  land, 

And  all  Thy  goodnefs  fee  ! 

For  who  is  gracious,  Lord,  as  Thou  ? 

Who  hath  To  much  forgiven  ? 
Who  Hill  to  us  would  pitying  bow 

Who  thus  with  grace  have  ftriven  ? 
For  loft  in  fins  the  whole  world  lies, 
Her  ceafelefs  crimes  would  scale  the  fkies, 

And  cry  aloud  to  heaven. 

Yes,  it  muft  be  a  faithful  heart 

That  thus  can  love  us  ftill, 
Who  oft  reject  the  better  part, 

And  thanklefs  choofe  the  ill ; 
But  God  can  be  nought  elfe  but  good, 
And  therefore  doth  His  mercies'  flood 

All  things  with  blefling  fill. 

For  this  the  works  that  Thou  haft  made 

Do  thank  Thee  and  rejoice, 
Thy  faints  fhall  blefs  Thee  for  Thine  aid, 

And  make  Thy  ways  their  choice, 
And  tell  abroad  from  hour  to  hour 
Thy  glorious  rule,  Thy  kingdom's  power, 

With  far-refounding  voice. 


Ctjra  ©crmaniea.  203 

Yes,  they  fhall  praife  it,  till  its  fame 
Through  all  the  world  fhall  ring, 

And  all  men  learn  to  know  Thy  name 
And  gifts  and  fcrvice  bring  ; 

Eternal  is  Thy  glorious  throne, 

Thy  rule  is  like  Thyfelf  alone, 
O  j  Lift,  Eternal  King  ! 

And  yet  in  death  or  pain  or  lofs, 

The  Lord  is  with  us  all, 
Lightens  the  prefTure  of  the  crofs, 

Upholds  us  when  we  fall ; 
He  ftems  the  fwelling  tide  of  woes, 
And  when  we  fink  beneath  its  blows 

He  comes,  ere  yet  we  call. 

All  eyes  do  wait  on  Thee,  O  Lord, 

Who  keepeft  us  from  dearth, 
Who  fcattereft  rich  fupplies  abroad 

For  all  the  wants  of  earth  ; 
Thou  openeft  oft  Thy  bounteous  hand, 
And  all  in  fea  and  air  and  land 

Are  fill'd  with  food  and  mirth. 

Thy  thoughts  are  good,  and  Thou  art  kind 

E'en  when  we  think  it  not ; 
How  many  an  anxious  faithlefs  mini 

Sits  grieving  o'er  its  lot, 
And  frets  and  pines  by  day  and  night, 
As  God  had  loft  it  out  of  fight, 

And  all  its  wants  forgot! 


204  £ma  (Strmamca. 

Ah  no  !   God  ne'er  forgets  His  own, 

His  heart  is  far  too  true, 
He  ever  feeks  their  good  alone, 

His  love  is  daily  new  ; 
And  though  thou  deem  that  things  go  ill, 
Yet  He  is  juft  and  holy  flill 

In  all  things  He  can  do. 

The  Lord  is  ever  clofe  and  near 
To  thofe  who  keep  His  word, 

Whene'er  they  cry  to  Him  in  fear 
Their  prayer  is  furely  heard ; 

He  knoweth  well  who  loves  Him  well, 

His  love  fhall  yet  their  clouds  difpel, 
And  grant  the  hope  deferr'd. 

To  thofe  who  love  Him  He  denies 
No  good  thing  that  they  feek; 

He  fees  their  forrow,  counts  their  fighs, 
And  hearkens  when  they  fpeak, 

And  furely  frees  them  from  their  woes ; 

But  thofe  who  hate  them  He  o'erthrows, 
And  makes  their  boafting  weak. 

Yet  this  is  but  a  little  part 

Of  what  I  fain  would  fmg ; 
But  daily  mall  my  voice  and  heart 

New  thanks  and  praifes  bring ; 
Oh  help  me  all  that  live  and  move, 
Help  me  to  fpeak  His  faithful  love, 

And  praife  our  glorious  King. 

Paul  Gerhardt.   1606- 1676. 


ilma  ©ernmntca.  205 


v. 


THE    HOLINESS    OF    GOD    BROUGHT 
NEAR  TO   MAN  IN  CHRIST. 

/fi\      MIGHTY    Spirit!     Source    whence    all 
J    (v~|  things  fprung  ! 

H    K  O  glorious  Majefty  of  perfect  Light! 

y^jjJA    Hath   ever  worthy  praife   to  Thee    been 
fung, 
Or  mortal  heart  endured  to  meet  Thy  fight  ? 
If  they  who  fin  have  never  known 
Mud  veil  their  faces  at  Thy  throne, 
Oh  how  fhall  I,  who  am  but  fin  and  dull:, 
Approach  untrembling  to  the  Pure  and  Juil  ? 

The  voice  of  confcience  in  the  foul  hath  fhown 

Some  far-off  glimpfes  of  Thy  holinefs, 
And  yet  more  clearly  haft  Thou  made  it  known 
In  Thy  dear  word  that  tells  us  of  Thy  grace  ; 
But  with  all-glorious  light  divine 
In  His  face  we  behold  it  fhinc, 
The  fmlefs  One,  who  this  dark  earth  has  trod 
To  win  through  forrow  finncrs  back  to  God. 


206  £yra  (Bwmantca. 

The  brightnefs  of  Thy  glory  was  the  Son  ; 

Thy  law  engraven  on  His  heart  He  wore, 
And  on  His  forehead  that  all  clearly  fhone 
That  Aaron's  forehead  but  in  fhadow  bore  ;* 
And  even  to  death  did  He  obey 
To  take  the  guilt  of  fin  away, 
And  made  a  curfe  for  man,  and  dying  thus, 
He  won  the  power  of  holinefs  for  us. 

Now  may  Thine  image  in  us  mine  anew 

In  holy  righteoufnefs  and  innocence ; 
Now  ftrengthened  by  Thy  Son  a  fervice  true 
Thy  people  render,  pure  from  all  offence ; 
But  all  their  light  is  only  dim, 
A  fhadowed  broken  light  from  Him, 
Who  that  we  might  be  holy  bore  our  load, 
In  Whom  we  dare  to  meet  the  Holy  God. 

J.  J.   Rambach.      1720. 


*  Exodus  xxviii.  36-38. 


ilma  ®>ermaima.  2°7 


VI. 

TO    THE    SAVIOUR. 

N  Thee  is  gladnefs 
Amid  all  fadnefs, 
Jefus,  Sunfhine  of  my  heart ! 
By  Thee  are  given 

The  gifts  of  heaven, 
Thou  the  true  Redeemer  art ! 
Our  fouls  Thou  wake  ft, 
Our  bonds  Thou  breaker!:, 
Who  trulls  Thee  furely 
Hath  built  fecurely, 
He  (lands  for  ever  : 

Hallelujah. ' 
Our  hearts  are  pining 
To  fee  Thy  mining, 
Dying  or  living 
To  Thee  are  cleaving, 
Nought  can  us  fever ; 
Hallelujah. 

If  He  is  ours, 
We  fear  no  powers 
Of  earth  or  Satan,  fin  or  death! 


2°8  Cgra  ©crmanica. 

He  fees  and  blefles 
In  worll  diftreffes, 
He  can  change  them  with  a  breath  ! 
Wherefore  the  ftory 
Tell-  of  His  glory 
With  heart  and  voices ; 
All  heaven  rejoices 
In  Him  for  ever : 

Hallelujah. 
We  triumph  o'er  fadnefs, 
We  fmg  in  our  gladnefs, 
We  love  Thee,  we  praife  Thee, 
And  yonder  mall  raife  Thee, 
Glad  hymns  for  ever  ; 

Hallelujah. 

I.  LlNDEMANN.        I580-163O. 


Cnvci  ©crmamca.  2°9 


VII. 
FOR  PUBLIC  PEACE. 

Written  at  the  clofe  of  the  Thirty  Years'  War. 

HANK  God  it  hath  refounded, 
The  blefled  voice  of  joy  and  Peace  ! 

And  murder's  reign  is  bounded, 
And  fpear  and  fword  at  laft  may  cease. 
Arife,  take  down  thy  lyre, 

My  country,  and  once  more 
Uplift  in  full-toned  choir 
Thy  happy  fongs  of  yore  ; 
Oh  raife  thy  heart  to  God  and  fay  : 

Thy  covenants,  Lord,  endure, 
Thy  mercies  do  not  pafs  away, 
Thy  promifes  are  furc. 

For  nothing  do  we  merit, 
But  fiery  wrath  and  fharpeft  rod, 

A  race  of  froward  fpirit, 
Whofe  fhamelefs  fins  ftill  mock  our  God ; 


210  £gva  (fiwmanica. 

And  He  indeed  hath  fent  us 
Full  many  a  bitter  ftroke, 
And  yet,  do  we  repent  us, 
Or  learn  to  bear  His  yoke? 
Nay,  as  we  were  fo  ftill  we  are, 

But  God  abideth  true, 
His  help  mall  ftill  the  noife  of  war, 
The  captive's  bonds  undo. 

O  welcome  day,  that  brought  us 
This  precious  noble  gift  of  Peace  ! 

For  war  hath  deeply  taught  us 
What  forrows  come  where  thou  doll  ceafe  ; 

In  thee  our  God  now  layeth 
All  hope,  all  happinefs ; 

Who  wounded  thee,  or  flayeth, 
Doth,  like  a  madman,  prefs 
The  arrow  to  his  own  heart's  core, 

And  quench  with  impious  hand 
The  golden  torch  of  Peace  once  more, 

That  glads  at  laft  our  land. 

This  ye  could  teach  us  only, 
So  dull  and  hard  thefe  hearts  of  ours, 
Ye  homes,  now  ftripp'd  and  lonely, 
Ye  wafted  cities,  ruin'd  towers ; 
Ye  fields  once  fairly  blooming, 
With  golden  harvefts  graced, 
Where  forefts  now  are  glooming, 
Or  fprcads  a  dreary  wafte ; 


£gra  ©rrmamcct.  2I1 

Ye  graves,  with  corpfes  piled,  where  lies 

Full  many  a  hero  brave, 
Whofe  like  no  more  fhall  meet  our  eyes, 

Who  died,  yet  could  not  fave. 

O  man,  with  bitter  mourning 
Remember  now  the  bygone  years, 

When  thou  haft  met  God's  warning 
With  carelefs  feoff,  not  contrite  tears ; 

Yet  like  a  loving  Father, 
He  lays  afide  His  wrath, 

And  feeks  with  kindnefs  rather 
To  lure  thee  to  His  path  ; 
He  tries  if  love  may  yet  conftrain 

The  heart  that  hath  withftood 
His  rod, — oh  let  Him  not  in  vain 

Now  ftrive  with  thee  for  good  ! 

Thou  carelefs  world  awaken  ! 
Awake,  awake,  all  ye  that  fleep, 

Ere  yet  ye  be  o'ertaken 
With  ruin  fudden,  fvvift,  and  deep  ! 
But  he  who  knows  Chrift  liveth, 

May  hope  and  fear  no  ill, 
The  Peace  that  now  He  giveth 
Hath  deeper  meaning  ftill, 
For  He  will  furely  teach  us  this : 
"  The  end  is  nigh  at  hand, 
When  ye  in  perfect  reft  and  peace 
Before  your  God  fhall  ftand." 

Paul  Gerhardt.      1648. 


2i2  diva  (Ewmamcct. 


THE  LIFE  OF  FAITH. 


FAITH. 

AITH  is  a  living  power  from  heaven, 
That  grafps  the  promife  God  hath  given, 
A  truft  that  cannot  be  o'erthrown, 
Fix'd  heartily  on  Chriil  alone. 


Faith  finds  in  Chrift  whate'er  we  need 
To  fave  or  ilrengthen  us  indeed, 
Receives  the  grace  He  fends  us  down, 
And  makes  us  fhare  His  crofs  and  crown. 

Faith  in  the  confcience  workcth  peace, 
And  bids  the  mourner's  weeping  ceafe ; 
By  Faith  the  children's  place  we  claim, 
And  give  all  honour  to  One  Name. 

Faith  feels  the  Spirit's  kindling  breath 
In  love  and  hope  that  conquer  death ; 
Faith  workcth  hourly  joy  in  God, 
And  trufts  and  bleffcs  e'en  the  rod. 


£nra  (Bcrmantca.  2I3 

Wc  thank  Thcc  then,  O  God  of  heaven, 
That  Thou  to  us  this  faith  haft  given 
In  Jefus  Chrift  Thy  Son,  Who  is 
Our  only  Fount  and  Source  of  blifs ; 

And  from  His  fulnefs  grant  each  foul 
The  rightful  faith's  true  end  and  goal, 
The  bleflednefs  no  foes  deftroy, 
Eternal  love  and  light  and  joy. 

Bohemian  Brethren. 


214 


Cnra  ©crmcmtca. 


II. 


FAITH  THAT  WORKETH  BY  LOVE. 


HO  keepeth  not  God's  word,  yet  faith, 
J*        I  know  the  Lord,  is  wrong; 
In  him  is  not  that  blcrTed  faith 

Through  which  the  truth  is  ftrong; 
But  he  who  hears  and  keeps  the  word, 
Is  not  of  this  world,  but  of  God. 


The  faith  His  word  hath  caufed  to  mine 

Will  kindle  love  in  thee  ; 
More  wouldft  thou  know  of  things  divine, 

Deeper  thy  love  muft  be ; 
True  faith  not  only  gives  thee  light, 
But  ftrength  to  love  and  do  the  right. 


Jefus  hath  wafh'd  away  our  fin, 
And  we  are  children  now ; 

Who  feels  fuch  hope  as  this  within, 
To  evil  cannot  bow  ; 

Rather  with  Chrift  all  fcorn  endure, 

So  we  be  like  our  M after,  pure  ! 


Cgra  tSktmanxta.  2is 

For  he  doth  pleafe  the  Father  well 

Who  fimply  can  obey ; 
In  him  the  love  of  God  doth  dwell 

Who  fteadfaft  keeps  His  way  ; 
A  daily  active  life  of  love, 
Such  fruits  a  living  faith  mull  prove. 

He  is  in  God,  and  God  in  him, 

Who  ftill  abides  in  love  ; 
'Tis  love  that  makes  the  Cherubim 

Obey  and  praife  above  ; 
For  God  is  love,  the  lovelefs  heart 
Hath  in  His  life  and  joy  no  part. 

C.  F.  Gellert.      1757. 


216  £m*a  ©rvmanica. 


ill. 

THE  CHRISTIAN'S  TRUST. 

KNOW  in  whom  I  put  my  truft, 

I  know  what  ftandeth  fail, 
When  all  things  here  diffolve  like  dull 
Or  fmoke  before  the  blaft : 
I  know  what  ftill  endures,  howe'er 

All  elfe  may  quake  and  fall, 
When  lies  the  prudent  men  enfnare, 
And  dreams  the  wife  enthral. 

It  is  the  Dayfpring  from  on  high, 

The  adamantine  Rock, 
Whence  never  ftorm  can  make  me  fly, 

That  fears  no  earthquake's  fhock. 
My  Jefus  Chrift,  my  fure  Defence, 

My  Saviour,  and  my  Light, 
That  mines  within,  and  fcatters  thence 

Dark  phantoms  of  the  night : 

WTho,  once  was  borne,  bctray'd  and  (lain, 

At  evening  to  the  grave ; 
Whom  God  awoke,  who  rofe  again, 

A  Conqueror  ftrong  to  fave  ; 


Cvxa  ©crmamra.  217 

Who  pardons  all  my  fin,  who  fends 

His  Spirit  pure  and  mild ; 
Whofe  grace  my  every  ftep  befriends, 

Who  ne'er  forgets  His  child ! 

Therefore  I  know  in  whom  I  truft, 

I  know  what  ftandeth  faft, 
When  all  things  form'd  of  earthly  dull 

Are  whirling  in  the  blaft  ; 
The  terrors  of  the  final  foe 

Can  rob  me  not  of  this, 
And  this  mail  crown  me  once,  I  know, 

With  never-fading  blifs. 

E.  M.  Arndt. 


218  Cyra  (fftrmantca. 


IV. 

THE  ANCHOR  OF  THE  SOUL. 

ORD,  all  my  heart  is  fix'd  on  Thee, 
I  pray  Thee,  be  not  far  from  me, 
With  grace  and  love  divine. 
The  whole  wide  world  delights  me  not, 
Of  heaven  or  earth,  Lord,  afk  I  not, 

If  only  Thou  art  mine : 
And  though  my  heart  be  like  to  break, 
Thou  art  my  trull  that  nought  can  fhake, 
My  portion,  and  my  hidden  joy, 
Whofe  crofs  could  all  my  bonds  deftroy ; 

Lord  Jefus  Chrift ! 
My  God  and  Lord !  My  God  and  Lord ! 
Forfake  me  not  w7ho  truft  Thy  word ! 

Rich  are  Thy  gifts !  'Twas  God  that  gave 
Body  and  foul,  and  all  I  have 

In  this  poor  life  I  live  ; 
That  I  may  ufe  them  to  Thy  praife, 
And  man's  true  welfare  all  my  days, 

Thy  grace  I  pray  Thee  give  ; 
From  all  falfe  doclrine  keep  me,  Lord  ; 
All  lies  and  malice  from  me  ward  ; 


£ma  <8>*rmanica.  2I9 

In  every  crofs  uphold  Thou  me, 
That  I  may  bear  it  patiently ; 

Lord  Jefus  Chrift ! 
My  God  and  Lord  !      My  God  and  Lord  ! 
In  death  Thy  comfort  ftill  afford. 

Ah  Lord,  let  Thy  dear  angels  come 
At  my  laft  end  to  bear  me  home 

To  Paradife  for  aye ; 
And  in  its  narrow  chamber  keep 
My  body  fafe  in  painlefs  fleep 

Until  Thy  Judgment  Day ; 
And  then  from  death  awaken  me, 
That  thefe  mine  eyes  with  joy  may  fee, 
O  Son  of  God,  Thy  glorious  face, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  Fount  of  Grace  ! 

Lord  Jefus  Chrift.  ! 
Receive  my  prayer,  receive  my  prayer, 
Thy  love  will  I  for  aye  declare. 

Schalling.      1594. 


220 


Cgra  ©crm  an  tea. 


v. 

THE   RESOLVE, 

OW  at  laft  I  end  the  ft  rife, 
To  my  God  I  give  my  life 
Wholly,  with  a  fteadfaft  mind ;   ' 
(r^s^s     Sin,  I  will  not  hearken  more, 
World,  I  turn  from  thee,  'tis  o'er, 
Not  a  look  I'll  caft  behind. 

Hath  my  heart  been  wavering  long, 
Have  I  dallied  oft  with  wrong, 

Now  at  laft  I  firmly  fay : 
All  my  will  to  this  I  give, 
Only  to  my  God  to  live, 

And  to  serve  Him  night  and  day. 

Lord,  I  offer  at  Thy  feet 

All  I  have  moft  dear  and  fweet, 

Lo  !  I  keep  no  fecret  hoard  ! 
Try  my  heart,  and  lurks  there  aught 
Falfe  within  its  inmoft  thought, 

Take  it  hence  this  moment,  Lord  ! 


Cnrct  (Sarmamca. 


I  will  fhun  no  toil  or  wo, 
Where  Thou  leadeft  I  will  go, 

Be  my  pathway  plain  or  rough  ; 
If  but  every  hour  may  be 
Spent  in  work  that  pleafes  Thee, 

Ah,  dear  Lord,  it  is  enough ! 

One  thing  will  I  feek  alone, 
Nought  without  me  fhall  be  known, 

Sought,  or  toil'd  for,  more  by  me ; 
Strange  to  earth  and  all  her  care, 
Well  content  with  pilgrim's  fare, 

Shall  my  life  be  hid  in  Thee. 

Thee  I  make  my  choice  alone, 
Make  for  ever,  Lord,  Thine  own 

All  my  powers  of  foul  and  mind ; 
Yes,  I  give  myfelf  away, 
Let  the  covenant  Hand  for  aye 

That  my  hand  to-day  hath  figned. 

Tersteegen.      i  73  i. 


222 


Cyra  (Ewmanica. 


VI. 

THE    CHRISTIAN   RACE. 

E  who'd  make  the  prize  his  own, 
Runs  as  fwiftly  as  he  can  ; 
He  who  would  attain  the  crown, 
Strives  in  earner!:  as  a  man  ; 
Trains  himfelf  betimes  with  care 
For  the  conflict  he  would  fhare, 
Cafts  afide  whate'er  could  be 
Hindrance  to  His  victory. 

Lord,  Thou  bidden1  me  afpire 

To  a  prize  fo  high,  fo  grand, 
That  it  fets  my  foul  on  fire 

To  be  found  amid  Thy  band  : 
Oh  how  brightly  fhineth  down 
From  Thy  heights  the  Harry  crown 
And  the  throne  to  vi&ors  given, 
Who  for  Thee  have  bravely  ftriven  ! 

Yet  it  feems  I  ftrive  in  vain, 
Lord,  in  pity  look  on  me, 

Thou  my  wcaknefs  mull:  fuftain, 
Set  me  now  from  all  things  free 


£yra  (Bcrmamcct.  223 

That  could  keep  me  from  my  goal ; 
Come,  Thyfelf  prepare  my  foul, 
Give  me  joy  and  ftrength  and  life, 
Help  me  in  the  race,  the  ftrife. 

Well  our  utmorr.  efforts  worth 

Is  the  crown  I  fee  afar, 
Though  the  blinded  fons  of  earth 

Care  not  for  our  holy  war ; 
An  exceeding  great  reward 
Is  that  crown  of  grace,  my  Lord  ; 
Be  Thyfelf  my  Strength  divine, 
And  the  prize  fhall  foon  be  thine. 

J.  Mentzer.      1704. 


224  £gra  Cfknnamca. 


VII. 

THE    CHRISTIAN'S    JOY. 

H,  deareft  Lord  !    to   feel  that  Thou  art 
near 
Brings  deeper!   peace,  and   hufhes   every 
fear; 

To  fee  Thy  fmile,  to  hear  Thy  gracious  voice, 
Makes  foul  and  body  inwardly  rejoice 

With  praife  and  thanks. 

We  cannot  fee  as  yet  Thy  glorious  face, 
Not  yet  our  eyes  behold  its  love  and  grace, 
But  Thee  our  inmoft  foul  can  furely  feel, 
Oh  clearly,  Lord,  canft  Thou  Thyfelf  reveal, 
Though  all  unfeen  ! 

Oh  well  for  him  who  ever  day  and  night 
Should  only  feek  to  feed  on  Thee  aright ! 
In  him  a  well  of  joy  for  ever  fprings, 
And  all  day  long  his  heart  is  glad  and  fings  : 
Who  is  like  Thee  ? 

For  Thou  doft  love  to  meet  us  as  a  Friend, 
Our  comfort,  healing,  hope,  and  joy  to  fend  ; 


ilma  C&crmcmiea. 


Patient  to  pity  and  to  calm  our  woe, 
And  daily  to  forgive  us  all  we  owe, 

Of  Thy  rich  grace. 

Whene'er  we  weep  foon  bid  our  tears  to  ceafe, 
And  make  us  feel  how  ilrong  Thy  love  and  peace ; 
And  let  the  foul  fee  Thee  within,  and  learn 
From  need  and  love  alike  to  Thee  to  turn 
With  ceafelefs  gaze. 

A  warm  and  loving  heart,  a  childlike  mind, 
Through  every  change  mayft  Thou  within  us  find ; 
The  comfort  of  Thy  holy  forrows  keep 
Our  hearts  at  reft,  in  peace  mofl  calm  and  deep, 
In  joy  or  woe  ! 

So  mail  we  all,  until  Thy  heaven  we  fee, 
Like  children  evermore  be  glad  in  Thee, 
Though  many  a  time  the  fudden  tear  may  ftart, — 
If  only  Thou  wilt  touch  the  throbbing  heart 
And  ftill  is  pain  ! 

Thou  reachefi  down  to  us  Thy  wounded  hand, 
And  at  Thy  crofs,  dear  Lord,  afhamed  we  Hand, 
Remembering  all  Thy  truth  through  weal  and  woe, 
Until  our  eyes  with  tears  mud  overflow 

Of  thanks  and  praife. 
Christian  Gregor.      1778. 


226  €ma  (Bwmcrmca. 


VIII. 

UNDER  CLOUDS. 

ERE  behold  me,  as  I  caft  me 

At  Thy  throne,  O  glorious  King ! 
Tears  faft  thronging,  childlike  longing, 
Son  of  Man,  to  Thee  I  bring. 
Let  me  find  Thee — let  me  find  Thee ! 
Me  a  poor  and  worthlefs  thing. 

Look  upon  me,  Lord,  I  pray  Thee, 

Let  Thy  Spirit  dwell  in  mine  ; 
Thou  haft  fought  me,  Thou  hall:  bought  me, 

Only  Thee  to  know  I  pine ; 
Let  me  find  Thee — let  me  find  Thee ! 

Take  my  heart  and  grant  me  Thine. 

Nought  I  afk  for,  nought  I  ftrive  for, 
But  Thy  grace  fo  rich  and  free, 

That  Thou  giveft  whom  Thou  loveft, 
And  who  truly  cleave  to  Thee ; 

Let  me  find  Thee — let  me  find  Thee  ! 
He  hath  all  things  who  hath  Thee. 


ilma  ©crmantra.  227 

Earthly  treafure,  mirth  and  pleafure, 
Glorious  name,  or  richeft  hoard, 

Are  but  weary,  void  and  dreary, 
To  the  heart  that  longs  for  God ! 

Let  me  find  Thee — let  me  find  Thee ! 
I  am  ready,  mighry  Lord. 

Joachim  Neander.      1679. 


22fc 


£yra  (Bwmamca. 


IX. 

ASPIRATION. 

P  !  yes,  upward  to  thy  gladnefs 

Rife,  my  heart,  and  foul,  and  mind ! 
Call,  oh  caft  away  thy  fadnefs, 

Rife  where  thou  thy  Lord  canfl  find. 
He  is  thy  home, 
And  thy  life  alone  is  He ; 
Hath  the  world  no  place  for  thee, 
With  Him  is  room. 

On,  Hill  onward,  mounting  higher 
On  the  wings  of  faith  to  Him ! 
On,  Hill  onward,  ever  higher, 

Till  the  mournful  earth  grows  dim  ! 
God  is  Thy  Rock; 
Chrifl  thy  Champion  cannot  fail  thee, 
Howfoe'er  thy  foes  aflail  thee, 
Fear  not  their  fhock. 

Firm,  yes  firmly,  ever  cleaving 
Unto  Chrift  the  ftrong  and  true, 

All,  yes  all,  to  God  ftill  leaving, 
For  His  love  is  daily  new, 


ilma  ©crmantca.  229 

Be  fteadfaft  here ; 
Soon  thy  foes  fhall  be  o'erthrown, 
Since  He  wills  thy  good  alone, 

Ee  of  good  cheer. 

Hide  thee,  in  His  chamber  hide  thee, 

Chrift  hath  open'd  now  the  door; 
Tell  Him  all  that  doth  betide  thee, 
All  thy  forrows  there  outpour; 
He  hears  thy  cry ; 
Men  may  hate  thee  and  deceive  thee, 
But  He  cannot,  will  not  leave  thee, 
He  ftill  is  nigh. 

High,  oh  high,  o'er  all  things  earthy, 

Raife  thy  thoughts,  my  foul,  to  heaven ; 
One  alone  of  thee  is  worthy, 
All  thou  haft  to  Him  be  given ; 
Thy  Lord  He  is 
Who  fo  truly  pleads  to  have  thee, 
Who  in  love  hath  died  to  fave  thee ; 
Then  thou  art  His. 

Up  then,  upwards  !   feek  thou  only 

For  the  things  that  are  above ; 
Sin  thou  hated,  earth  is  lonely, 

Rife  to  Him  whom  thou  doft  love, — 
There  art  thou  bleft  ; 
All  things  here  malt  change  and  die, 
Only  with  our  Lord  on  high 
Is  perfect  reft. 

J.    C.   SCHADE.         1699. 


23°  £«ra  (Bwmamca. 


x. 

SONG  OF  THE  CHRISTIAN  PILGRIM. 

PILGRIM  here  I  wander, 
On  earth  have  no  abode, 
My  fatherland  is  yonder, 
My  home  is  with  my  God. 
For  here  I  journey  to  and  fro, 

There  in  eternal  reft 
Will  God  His  gracious  gift  beftow 
On  all  the  toil-opprefsed. 

For  what  hath  life  been  giving, 
From  youth  up  till  this  day, 
But  conftant  toil  and  ftriving? 
Far  back  as  thought  can  ft  ray, 
How  many  a  day  of  toil  and  care, 

How  many  a  night  of  tears, 
Hath  pafsed  in  grief  that  none  could  fhare, 
In  lonely  anxious  fears  ! 

How  many  a  ftorm  hath  lightened 
And  thundered  round  my  path ! 

And  winds  and  rains  have  frightened 
My  heart  with  fierceft  wrath : 


£m*ct  ©trmamca.  23* 

And  cruel  envy,  hatred,  fcorn, 

Have  darkened  oft  my  lot, 
And  patiently  reproach  I've  borne, 

Though  I  deferved  it  not. 

Then  through  this  life  of  dangers 

I  onward  take  my  way  ; 
But  in  this  land  of  Grangers 
I  do  not  think  to  flay, 
But  onward  on  the  road  I  fare 
That  leads  me  to  my  home, 
My  Father's  comfort  waits  me  there, 
When  I  have  overcome. 

Ah  yes,  my  home  is  yonder, 

Where  all  the  angelic  bands 
Praife  Him  with  awe  and  wonder, 
In  whofe  Almighty  hands 
All  things  that  are  and  mall  be,  lie, 

By  Him  upholden  Hill, 
Who  cafleth  down  and  lifts  on  high 
At  His  moll  holy  will. 

That  home  have  I  defired, 

'Tis  there  I  would  be  gone ; 
Till  I  am  well-nigh  tired, 

O'er  earth  I've  journeyed  on  ; 
The  longer  here  I  roam,  I  find 

The  lefs  of  real  joy 
That  e'er  could  pleafe  or  fill  my  mind, 
For  all  hath  fome  alloy. 


232  £gra  <6>trmanka. 


The  lodging  is  too  cheerlefs, 
The  forrow  is  too  much ; 
Ah  come,  my  heart  is  fearlefs, 
Releafe  it  with  Thy  touch, 
When  Thy  heart  wills,  and  make  an  end 

Of  all  this  pilgrimage, 
And  with  Thine  arm  and  ftrength  defend, 
When  foes  againft  me  rage. 

Where  now  my  fpirit  ftayeth 

Is  not  her  true  abode, 
This  earthly  houfe  decayeth, 
And  fhe  will  drop  its  load, 
When  comes  the  hour  to  leave  beneath 

What  now  I  ufe  and  have ; 
And  when  I've  yielded  up  my  breath 
Earth  gives  me  but  a  grave. 

But  Thou,  my  Joy  and  gladnefs, 
O  Thou,  my  Life  and  Light, 
Wilt  raife  me  from  this  fadnefs, 
This  long  tempeftuous  night, 
Into  the  perfect  gladfome  day, 

Where  bathed  in  joy  divine, 
Among  Thy  faints,  and  bright  as  they, 
I  too  mail  ever  mine. 

There  mall  I  dwell  for  ever, 

Not  as  a  gueft  alone, 
With  thofe  who  ccafe  there  nevci 

To  worfhip  at  Thy  throne ; 


Cgrcr  ©tvmanica.  233 

There  in  my  heritage  I  reft, 

From  bafer  things  fet  free, 
And  join  the  chorus  of  the  blefl 

For  ever,  Lord,  to  Thee ! 

Paul  Gerhardt.      1606- 1676. 


234  Cgra  ©miiamca. 

XL 

LONGING    FOR    HOME. 

OW  the  pearly  gates  unfold, 

O  Thou  Joy  of  higheft  heaven, 
Who  ere  earth  was  made,  of  old 
(r^s^S         Light  of  light  for  light  wall  given  ! 
Haflen,  Lord,  and  quickly  come, 

Bring  the  bride  Thou  hall  betrothed, 
In  Thine  own  pure  radiance  clothed, 
Safe  to  Thine  eternal  home, 
Where  no  more  the  night  of  fin 
Spreads  its  fear  and  gloom  within. 

All  my  fpirit  thirfls  to  fee, 

Lord,  Thy  face  unveiled  and  bright ; 
And  to  Hand  from  fin  fet  free, 

Spotlefs  Lamb,  amid  Thy  light. 
But  I  leave  it, — Thou  doll  well, 

And  my  heaven  is  here  and  now, 

Dayflar  of  my  foul,  if  Thou 
Wilt  but  deign  in  me  to  dwell ; 
For  without  Thee  could  there  be 
Joy  in  heaven  itfelf  for  me  ? 

Blifs  from  Thee  my  foul  hath  won, 
Spite  of  darkly  threatening  ill ; 


£ma  (Pcrmcmica.  235 

And  my  heart  calls  Thee  its  Sun, 

And  the  Tea  of  care  grows  Hill 
In  the  mining  of  Thy  fmile  ; 

And  Thy  love's  all-quickening  ray 

Chafes  night  and  pain  away, 
That  my  heart  grows  light  the  while ; 
Heavenly  joys  in  Thee  are  mine, 
Far  from  Thee  I  mourn  and  pine. 

Graft  me  into  Thee  for  ever, 

Tree  of  Life,  that  I  may  grow 
Stronger  heavenward,  drooping  never 

For  the  fharpefl  ftorms  that  blow, 
Bearing  fruits  of  faith  and  truth ; 

Then  tranfplant  me  out  of  time 

Into  that  eternal  clime 
Where  I  fhall  renew  my  youth, 
When  earth's  wither'd  leaves  fhall  bloom 
Frefh  in  beauty  from  the  tomb. 

Life,  to  whom  as  to  my  Head 

I  unite  me,  through  my  foul 
Now  Thy  quickening  life-ftream  fhed, 

And  Thy  love's  warm  current  roll, 
Frefhening  all  with  ftrength  and  grace  ; 

Be  Thou  mine,  I  am  Thine  own, 

Here  and  ever  Thine  alone, 
All  my  hope  in  Thee  I  place ; 
Heaven  and  earth  are  nought  to  me, 
Save,  oh  Life  of  life,  with  Thee  ! 

Dealer.      1692. 


236  £m*a  ©armamca. 


SONGS    OF   THE    CROSS. 


QUEEN  MARIA  OF  HUNGARY'S  SONG. 

Composed  moft  probably  in  1526,  when  fhe  was 
compelled  to  flee  from  Buda  on  account  of  her  ad- 
herence to  the  Reformed  Do&rine,  after  the  Battle 
of  Mohacz  ;  in  which  her  hufband  and  the  flower 
of  the  Hungarian  nobility  fell  in  defending  their 
country  againfl  the  Turks. 

AN  I  my  fate  no  more  withftand, 
Nor  'fcape  the  hand 
That  for  my  faith  would  grieve  me ; 
This  is  my  ftrength,  that  well  I  know 
In  weal  or  woe 
God's  love  the  world  mull  leave  me. 
God  is  not  far,  though  hidden  now, 
He  foon  fhall  rife  and  make  them  bow 
Who  of  His  word  bereave  me. 

Judge  as  ye  will  may  caufe  this  hour, 
Yours  is  the  power, 


£nra  (Bcrmamra.  237 


God  bids  me  ftrive  no  longer  ; 
I  know  what  mightier!  feems  to-day 
Shall  pafs  away, 

Time  than  your  rule  is  ftronger. 
The  Eternal  Good  I  rather  choofe, 
And  fearlefs  all  for  this  I  lofe  ; 

God  help  me  thus  to  conquer  ! 

All  has  its  day,  the  proverb  faith : 
This  is  my  faith, 
Thou,  Chrift,  wilt  be  befide  me, 
And  look  on  all  this  pain  of  mine 
As  were  it  Thine, 
When  fharpeft  woes  betide  me  ; 
Murl  I  then  tread  this  path — I  yield  ; 
World,  as  thou  wilt,  God  is  my  fhield, 
And  He  will  rightly  guide  me  ! 


238 


Cgra  ©rnnantca. 


ii. 


IN  OUTWARD  AND  INWARD  DISTRESS. 


From  the  Dark  Times  of  the  Thirty  Years' 
War. 


CHRIST,  Thou  bright  and  Morning  Star, 
Now  fhed  Thy  light  abroad ; 

Shine  on  us  from  Thy  throne  afar 
In  this  dark  place,  dear  Lord, 
With  Thy  pure  glorious  word. 


0  Jefus,  Comfort  of  the  poor, 

I  lift  my  heart  to  Thee 

1  know  Thy  mercies  ftill  endure 

And  Thou  wilt  pity  me  ; 
I  truft  alone  to  Thee. 


I  cannot  reft,  I  may  not  fleep, 
No  joy  or  peace  I  know, 

My  foul  is  torn  with  anguifh  deep, 
And  fears  a  deeper  woe  ; 
O  Chrift,  Thy  pity  mow  ! 


£nra  ©crmanica.  239 

For  Thou  didfl  fuffer  for  my  foul, 

Her  burdens  to  remove ; 
Oh  make  me  through  Thy  forrows  whole, 

Refrefh  me  with  Thy  love ; 

Lord,  help  me  from  above. 

Then  Jefus,  glory,  honour,  praife, 

I'll  ever  fing  to  Thee ; 
Increafe  my  faith  that  Thou  wilt  raife 

Me  once  where  I  mall  fee 

Eternal  joys  with  Thee ! 

Anon. 


£uru  <£mnamca. 


HI. 

THE  ONLY  REFUGE  IX  TIME  OF 
TROUBLE. 


Mi 


KEX  in  the  hour  of  utmoft  : 
^  We  know  not  where  to  look  for 

Fa  zraous  thought 
Nor  help  nor  counfel  yet  have  brought : 


Then  this  our  comfort  is  alone 
That  -xt  may  meet  before  Thy  throne, 
And  :.- --,  O  faithful  G:£?  ::  Thee 
For  refcue  from  our  mi:"; 

To  Thee  may  raiie  our  fa . 
Repenting  fare 

Ion  for  our  fin, 
-  from  our  griefs  within  : 

Pot  Thoa  haft  prorr. 
To  hear  all  thoft 

. 
'  rate. 


Cflra  <8>trmaniat.  --- 


And  thus  we  come,  O  God,  :  - 

And  all  our  woes  before  Thee  lay, 
For  tried,  forfaken,  lo  !  we  ftan 
and  foes  on  eve 

Ah  hide  not  for 

Abfolve  us  through  Thy  bouneh 

ith  us  in  our  anguifh  ftill, 
Free  us  at  laft  from  every  ill. 

That  fo  with  all  our  hearts  mav 

Once  :  :    .     .-  :     Thee, 

And 

And  now  a  raife  :he  Lord. 

Paul   Eber.      i  5  1  1  -  1  :z  :. 


1 1 


242  £gra  (tibtxmanha. 


IV. 

UNDER   A  HEAVY  PRIVATE    CROSS    OR 
BEREAVEMENT. 


S£\     FAITHFUL  God  !  O  pitying  Heart, 
I    (\T  Whofe  goodnefs  hath  no  end  ; 

H,   v(       I  know  this  crofs  with  all  its  fmart 


Thy  hand  alone  doth  fend  ! 
Yes,  Lord,  I  know  it  is  Thy  love, 
Not  wrath  or  hatred  bids  me  prove 
The  load  'neath  which  I  bend. 

'Twas  ever  wont  with  Thee,  my  God, 

To  chaften  oft  a  fon  ;• 
He  whom  Thou  loveft  feels  Thy  rod, 

Tears  flow  ere  joy  is  won ; 
Thou  leaded  us  through  darkeft  pain 
Back  to  the  joyous  light  again; 

Thus  ever  haft  Thou  done. 

For  e'en  the  Son  Thou  moft  doft  love 

Here  trod  the  path  of  woe  ; 
Ere  He  might  reach  His  throne  above 

He  bore  the  crofs  below ; 
Through  anguifh,  fcorn,  and  poverty, 
Through  bittereft  death  He  pafsed,  that  we 

The  blifs  of  heaven  might  know. 


Cgra  ©crmanica.  243 

And  if  the  pure  and  fmlefs  One 

Could  thus  to  forrow  bow, 
Shall  I  who  fo  much  ill  have  done 

Refill  the  crofs  ?     O  Thou 
In  whom  doth  perfect  patience  mine, 
Whoe'er  would  fain  be  counted  Thine 

Muft  wear  Thy  likenefs  now. 

Yet,  Father,  each  frefh  aching  heart 

Will  quellion  in  its  woe, 
If  Thou  canfl  fend  fuch  bitter  fmart 

And  yet  no  anger  know  ? 
How  long  the  hours  beneath  the  crofs ! 
How  hard  to  learn  that  love  and  lofs 

From  one  fole  Fountain  flow  ! 

But  what  I  cannot,  Thou  true  Good, 

Oh  work  Thyfelf  in  me  ; 
Nor  ever  let  my  trials'  flood 

O'erwhelm  my  faith  in  Thee ; 
Keep  me  from  every  murmur,  Lord, 
And  make  me  ileadfafl  in  Thy  word, 

My  tower  of  refuge  be  ! 

If  I  am  weak,  Thy  tender  care 

Help  me  to  face  each  ill ! 
With  ceafelefs  cries  and  tears  and  prayer 

The  long  fad  hours  Til  fill ; 
The  heart  that  yet  can  hope  and  trull:, 
And  cry  to  Thee,  though  from  the  dull, 

Is  all  unconquered  Hill ! 


244  £t>rct  ©crmcmicct. 

O  Thou  who  diedft  to  give  us  life, 

Full  well  to  Thee  is  known 
The  crofs,  and  all  the  inner  ftrife 

Of  thofe  who  weep  alone, 
And  'neath  their  burden  well-nigh  faint ; 
The  aching  heart's  unfpoken  plaint 

Finds  echo  in  Thine  own. 

Ah  Chrift,  do  Thou  within  me  fpeak, 
For  Thou  canft  comfort  belt  ; 

The  tower  and  flronghold  of  the  weak, 
The  weary  wanderer's  reft, 

Our  fhadow  in  the  noon-day  hours, 

And  when  the  tempeft  round  us  lowers, 
Our  fhelter  fafe  and  bleft ! 

O  Holy  Spirit,  fent  of  God, 

In  whom  all  gladnefs  lies, 
Refrefh  my  foul,  lift  off  her  load, 

From  Thee  all  fadnefs  flies ; 
Thou  know'lt  the  glories  yet  to  come, 
The  joy,  the  folace,  of  that  home, 

Where  we  mail  one  day  rife. 

There  in  Thy  prefence  we  fhall  fee 

Glories  beyond  our  ken  ; 
The  crofs  known  here  to  none  but  Thee 

Shall  turn  to  gladnefs  then  ; 
There  fmilcs  for  all  our  tears  arc  given, 
And  for  our  woes  the  joys  of  heaven  ; 

Lord,  I  believe  !     Amen  ! 

Paul  Gfrhardt.      1606- 1676. 


£m*a  (Ewmamca.  245 


v. 

THE    ONE    TRUE    FRIEND. 

H  God,  my  days  are  dark  indeed, 
How  oft  this  aching  heart  mull  bleed, 
The  narrow  way,  how  filled  with  pain 
That  I  mult  pafs  ere  heaven  I  gain  ! 
How  hard  to  teach  this  flefh  and  blood 
To  feck  alone  the  Eternal  Good  ! 

Ah  whither  now  for  comfort  turn  ? 

For  Thee,  my  Jefus,  do  I  yearn, 

In  Thee  have  I,  howe'er  diftreft, 

Found  ever  counfel,  aid,  and  reft ; 

I  cannot  all  forfaken  be 

While  ftill  my  heart  can  truft  in  Thee. 

Jefus,  my  only  God  and  Lord, 

What  fweetnefs  in  Thy  name  is  ftored  ! 

So  dark  and  hopelefs  is  no  grief 

But  Thv  fwect  Name  can  bring  relief, 

So  keen  no  forrows'  rankling  dart 

But  Thv  fweet  Name  can  heal  my  heart. 


246  Cyrct  ©rrmcmica. 

The  world  can  fhow  no  truth  like  Thine, 
And  therefore  will  I  not  repine ; 
I  know  Thou  wilt  forfake  me  not, 
Thy  truth  is  fixed,  though  dark  my  lot; 
Thou  art  my  Shepherd,  and  Thy  fheep 
From  every  real  harm  Thou  wilt  keep. 

Jefus,  my  boaft,  my  light,  my  joy, 

The  treafure  nought  can  e'er  deftroy, 

No  words,  no  fong  that  I  can  frame 

Speak  half  the  fweetnefs  of  Thy  name ; 

They  only  all  its  power  mail  prove 

Whofe  hearts  have  learnt  Thy  faith  and  love. 

How  many  a  time  I've  fadly  faid, 
Far  better  were  it  I  were  dead, 
Far  better  ne'er  the  light  to  fee, 
If  I  had  not  this  joy  in  Thee ; 
For  he  who  hath  not  Thee  in  faith, 
His  very  life  is  merely  death. 

Jefus,  my  Bridegroom,  and  my  crown, 
If  Thou  but  fmile,  the  world  may  frown, 
In  Thee  lie  depths  of  joy  untold, 
Far  richer  than  her  richeft  gold ; 
Whene'er  I  do  but  think  of  Thee, 
Thy  dews  drop  down  and  folace  me. 

Whene'er  I  hope  in  Thee,  my  Friend, 
Thy  comfort  and  Thy  peace  defcend  ; 
Whene'er  in  grief  I  pray  and  fing 


£nra  (Strmanico.  247 

I  feel  new  courage  in  me  fpring ; 
Thy  Spirit  witnefTes  that  this 
Is  foretafte  of  the  eternal  blifs. 

Then  while  I  live  this  life  of  care 
The  crofs  for  Thee  I'll  gladly  bear ; 
Grant  me  a  patient  willing  mood, 
I  know  that  it  fhall  work  my  good ; 
Help  me  to  do  my  ta/k  aright, 
That  it  may  fland  before  Thy  fight. 

Let  me  this  flefh  and  blood  controul, 
From  fin  and  fhame  preferve  my  foul, 
And  keep  me  fteadfaft  in  the  faith, 
Then  I  am  Thine  in  life  and  death ; 
Jefus,  Confoler,  bend  to  me, 
Ah  would  I  were  e'en  now  with  Thee  ! 

COXRAD    HojER.        I584. 


Cnrct  (Ewmanica. 


VI. 


UNDER  THE  PRESSURE  OF  CARE  OR 
POVERTY. 

Written  moil  probably  either  during  the  great  Fa- 
mine in  Nuremburg  in  1552,  or  the  time  of  the 
Siege  in  1561. 

HY  art  thou  thus  caft  down,  my  heart  ? 
y.   Why  troubled,  why  doit  mourn  apart, 
O'er  nought  but  earthly  wealth  ? 
Truft  in  thy  God,  be  not  afraid, 
He  is  thy  Friend  who  all  things  made. 

Doit  think  thy  prayers  He  doth  not  heed? 
He  knows  full  well  what  thou  doit  need, 

And  heaven  and  earth  are  His ; 
My  Father  and  my  God,  who  itill 
Is  with  my  foul  in  every  ill. 

Since  Thou  my  God  and  Father  art, 
I  know  Thy  faithful  loving  heart 
Will  ne'er  forget  Thy  child. 
See  I  am  poor,  I  am  but  duit, 
On  earth  is  none  whom  I  can  truft. 

The  rich  man  in  his  wealth  confides, 
But  in  my  God  my  truft  abides; 
Laugh  as  ye  will,  I  hold 


i'nrct  ©crmantca.  249 

This  one  thing  fa  ft  that  He  hath  taught, — 
Who  trufts  in  God  fhall  want  for  nought. 

Yes,  Lord,  Thou  art  as  rich  to-day 
As  Thou  haft  been  and  lhalt  be  aye, 

I  reft  on  Thee  alone  ; 
Thy  riches  to  my  foul  be  given, 
And  'tis  enough  for  earth  and  heaven 

What  here  may  fhine  I  all  refign, 
If  the  eternal  crown  be  mine, 

That  through  Thy  bitter  death 
Thou  gainedft,  O  Lord  Chrift,  for  me, 
For  this,  for  this,  I  cry  to  Thee  ! 

All  wealth,  all  glories,  here  below, 
The  beft  that  this  world  can  beftow, 

Silver  or  gold  or  lands, 
But  for  a  little  time  is  given, 
And  helps  us  not  to  enter  heaven. 

I  thank  Thee,  Chrift,  Eternal  God, 
That  Thou  haft  taught  me  by  Thy  word 

To  know  this  truth  and  Thee  ; 
O  grant  me  alfo  fteadfaftnefs 
Thy  heavenly  kingdom  not  to  mifs. 

Praife,  honour,  thanks,  to  Thee  be  brought, 
For  all  things  in  and  for  me  wrought 

By  Thy  great  mercy,  Chrift. 
This  one  thing  only  ftill  I  pray, 
Oh  caft  me  ne'er  from  Thee  away. 

Hans  Sachs. 


2S°  Cgva  Gbtrmanka. 


VII. 

THE  RESTING-PLACE  AMID  CHANGES. 

LL  things  hang  on  our  poiTeiTing 
God's  free  love  and  grace  and  blefling, 

Though  all  earthly  wealth  depart ; 
He  who  God  for  his  hath  taken, 
'Mid  the  changing  world  unfhaken 
Keeps  a  free  heroic  heart. 

He  who  hitherto  hath  fed  me, 
And  to  many  a  joy  hath  led  me, 

Is  and  fhall  be  ever  mine ; 
He  who  did  fo  gently  fchool  me, 
He  who  Hill  doth  guide  and  rule  me, 

Will  not  leave  me  now  to  pine. 

Shall  I  weary  me  with  fretting 
O'er  vain  trifles,  and  regretting 

Things  that  never  can  remain  ? 
I  will  drive  but  that  to  win  me 
That  can  flied  true  reft  within  me, 

Reft  the  world  mult  feek  in  vain. 


Ctjrct  (Pcnnantca.  251 

When  my  heart  with  longing  fickens, 
Hope  again  my  courage  quickens, 

For  my  wifh  mall  be  fulfill'd, 
If  it  pleafe  His  love  molt  tender  ; 
Life  and  foul  I  all  furrender 

Unto  Him  on  whom  I  build. 

Well  He  knows  how  bell  to  grant  me 
All  the  longing  hopes  that  haunt  me, 

All  things  have  their  proper  day  ; 
I  would  dictate  to  Him  never, 
As  God  wills,  fo  be  it  ever, 

When  He  wills,  I  will  obey. 

If  on  earth  He  bids  me  linger, 
He  will  guide  me  with  His  finger 

Through  the  years  that  now  look  dim; 
All  that  earth  has  fleets  and  changes 
As  a  river  onward  ranges, 

But  I  reft  in  peace  on  Him. 

Anon,  in  a  Nuremberg  Hymn- 
book  of  1676. 


252  £m*a  ©tvmantca. 


VIII. 

REST  IN  THE  LORD. 

,  Y  God,  in  Thee  all  fulnefs  lies, 

All  want  in  me  from  Thee  apart ; 
In  Thee  my  foul  hath  endlefs  joys, 
In  me  is  but  an  aching  heart ; 
Poor  as  the  pooreft  here  I  pine, 
In  Thee  a  heavenly  kingdom's  mine. 

Thou  feeft  whatfoe'er  I  need, 

Thou  feeft  it,  and  pityeft  me ; 
Thy  fwift  companions  hither  fpeed, 

Ere  yet  my  woes  are  told  to  Thee ; 
Thou  heareft,  Father,  ere  we  cry, 
Shall  I  not  Hill  before  Thee  lie  ? 

I  leave  to  Thee  whate'er  is  mine, 

And  in  Thy  will  I  calmly  reft ; 
I  know  that  richeft  gifts  are  Thine, 

Thou  canft  and  Thou  wilt  make  me  bleft, 
For  Thou  haft  promifed,  and  our  Lord 
Will  never  break  His  promifed  word. 


£nra  ©crmamca.  253 


Thou  loveft  mc,  Father,  with  the  love 

Wherewith  Thou  lovedft  Chrift  Thy  Son, 

And  fo  a  brightnefs  from  above 

Still  glads  me  though  my  tears  may  run, 

For  in  Thy  love  I  find  and  know 

What  all  the  world  could  ne'er  bellow. 

Then  I  can  let  the  world  go  by, 

And  yet  be  ftill  and  reft  in  Thee, 
I  fit,  I  walk,  I  ftand,  I  lie, 

Thou  ever  watcheft  over  me, 
And  when  the  yoke  is  preffing  fore 
I  think,  my  God  lives  evermore  ! 

Anon. 


254  Cgra  (Sfovmamca. 


IX. 

THE.  CHRISTIAN'S  CONFIDENCE. 

Probably  by  Joachim  Magdeburg,  a  Pallor  who  died 
in  1560 — long  a  favourite  Hymn  at  death-beds; 
faid  to  be  found  in  a  ftained  glafs  window  in  Nord- 
haufen  with  the  date  1592,  printed  at  iatelt  1598. 

HO  puts  his  truft.  in  God  mod  juft 
yv        Hath  built  his  houfe  fecurely  ; 
He  who  relies  on  Jefus  Chrift, 
Heaven  fhall  be  his  mod  furely  : 
Then  fix'd  on  Thee  my  truft  fhall  be, 

For  Thy  truth  cannot  alter ; 
While  mine  Thou  art,  not  death's  worft  fmart 
Shall  make  my  courage  falter. 

Though  fierceft  foes  my  courfe  oppofe, 

A  dauntlefs  front  I'll  mow  them ; 
My  champion  Thou,  Lord  Chrift,  art  now, 

Who  foon  malt  overfhrow  them  ! 
And  if  but  Thee  I  have  in  me 

With  Thy  good  gifts  and  Spirit, 
Nor  death  nor  hell,  I  know  full  well, 

Shall  hurt  me,  through  Thy  merit. 


Cnrct  ©crmanica.  255 

I  reft  mc  here  without  a  fear, 

By  Thee  fhall  all  be  given 
That  I  can  need,  O  faithful  God, 

For  this  life  or  for  heaven. 
O  make  me  true,  my  heart  renew, 

My  foul  and  flefh  deliver  ! 
Lord,  hear  my  prayer,  and  in  Thy  care 

Keep  me  in  peace  for  ever. 


256 


£nrct  ©crmcmiea. 


x. 


CHILDLIKE  SUBMISSION. 

HAT  pleafes  God,  O  pious  foul, 
y.   Accept  with  joy,  though  thunders  roll 
And  tempefts  lower  on  every  fide, 
Thou  knoweft  nought  can  thee  betide 
But  pleafes  God. 


The  bell  will  is  our  Father's  will, 
And  we  may  reft  there  calm  and  Hill, 
Oh  make  it  hour  by  hour  thine  own, 
And  wifh  for  nought  but  that  alone 
Which  pleafes  God. 


His  thought  is  aye  the  wifeft  thought, 
How  oft  man's  wifdom  comes  to  nought, 
Miftake  or  weaknefs  in  it  lurks, 
It  brings  forth  ill,  and  feldom  works 
What  pleafes  God. 

His  mind  is  aye  the  gcntleft  mind, 
His  will  and  deeds  are  ever  kind, 
He  blerTes  when  again!!  us  fpeaks 
The  evil  world,  that  rarely  fecks 
What  pleafes  God. 


£nra  (Pcrmamca.  257 

His  heart  is  aye  the  trueit  heart, 
He  bids  all  woe  and  harm  depart, 
Defending,  fhielding  day  and  night 
The  man  who  knows  and  loves  aright 
What  pleafes  God. 

He  governs  all  things  here  below, 
In  Him  lie  all  our  weal  and  woe, 
He  bears  the  world  within  His  hand, 
And  fo  to  us  bear  fea  and  land 

What  pleafes  God. 

And  o'er  His  little  flock  He  yearns, 
And  when  to  evil  ways  it  turns, 
The  Father's  rod  oft  fmiteth  fore, 
Until  it  learns  to  do  once  more 

What  pleafes  God. 

What  moll  would  profit  us  He  knows, 
And  ne'er  denies  aught  good  to  thofe 
Who  with  their  utmoft  itrength  purfue 
The  right,  and  only  care  to  do 

What  pleafes  God. 

If  this  be  fo,  then  World,  from  me 
Keep  if  thou  wilt,-  what  pleafes  thee  ; 
But  thou,  my  foul,  be  well  content 
With  God  and  all  things  He  hath  fent ; 
As  pleafes  God. 

And  mult  thou  fuffer  here  and  there, 
Cling  but  the  firmer  to  His  care, 


258  Ctivct  (tibmnanua. 

For  all  things  are  beneath  His  fway, 
And  mull  in  very  truth  obey 

What  pleafes  God. 

True  faith  will  grafp  His  mercy  faft, 
And  hope  bring  patience  at  the  laft, 
Then  both  within  thy  heart  enfhrine, 
So  fhall  the  heritage  be  thine 

That  pleafes  God. 

To  thee  for  ever  fhall  be  given 
A  kingdom  and  a  crown  in  heaven, 
And  there  fhall  be  fulnll'd  in  thee, 
And  thou  fhalt  tafte  and  hear  and  fee 
What  pleafes  God.   * 

Paul  Gerhardt.      1653. 


£m*ct  <3>tvmanka.  2S9 


XL 
THE  QUIET  HOPING  HEART. 

Written  for  the  comfort  of  a  Sick  Friend,  who  fet 
it  to  Mufic,  and  on  his  recovery  frequently  caufed 
it  to  be  fung  before  his  houfe  by  the  School-Choir. 

HATE'ER,  my  God  ordains  is  right, 
y.        His  will  is  ever  juft  ; 

Howe'er  He  order  now  my  caufe 
r^T  I  will  be  ftill  and  truft. 

He  is  my  God, 
Though  dark  my  road, 
He  holds  me  that  I  mail  not  fall, 
Wherefore  to  Him  I  leave  it  all. 

Whate'er  my  God  ordains  is  right, 

He  never  will  deceive ; 
He  leads  me  by  the  proper  path, 
And  fo  to  Him  I  cleave, 
And  take  content 
What  He  hath  fent ; 
His  hand  can  turn  my  griefs  away, 
And  patiently  I  wait  His  day. 

Whate'er  my  God  ordains  is  right, 

He  taketh  thought  for  me, 
The  cup  that  my  Phyfician  gives 

No  poifon'd  draught  can  be. 


260  Cuva  (&tvmamta. 


But  medicine  due ; 

For  God  is  true, 
And  on  that  changelefs  truth  I  build, 
And  all  my  heart  with  hope  is  filled. 

Whate'er  my  God  ordains  is  right, 

Though  I  the  cup  mud:  drink 
That  bitter  feems  to  my  faint  heart, 
I  will  not  fear  nor  fhrink ; 
Tears  pafs  away 
With  dawn  of  day, 
Sweet  comfort  yet  fhall  fill  my  heart, 
And  pain  and  forrow  fhall  depart. 

Whate'er  my  God  ordains  is  right, 

My  Light  my  Life  is  He, 
Who  cannot  will  me  aught  but  good, 
I  trull  Him  utterly ; 
For  well  I  know, 
In  joy  or  woe, 
We  once  fhall  fee  as  funlight  clear 
How  faithful  was  our  Guardian  here. 

Whate'er  my  God  ordains  is  right, 

Here  will  I  take  my  ftand  ; 
Though  forrow,  need,  or  death  make  earth 
For  me  a  defert  land, 
My  Father's  care 
Is  around  me  there, 
He  holds  me  that  I  fhall  not  fall, 
And  fo  to  Him  I  leave  it  all. 

S.     RODIGAST.        1675. 


£ma  ©crmamca. 


261 


XII. 

THE  COURAGE  OF  PERFECT  TRUST. 

j      HEREFORE  fhould  I  grieve  and  pine  ? 
fir    y.  Is  not  Chrift  the  Lord  Mill  mine? 
J~  Who  can  fever  me  from  Him  ? 

/^S^^n        Who  can  rob  me  of  the  heaven 
Which  the  Son  of  God  hath  given 
Unto  faith  though  weak  and  dim  ? 

Naked,  helplefs,  was  I  born 

When  my  earlier!  breath  was  drawn, 

Naked  mull  I  wander  forth, 
As  a  fhadow  flits  away 
At  the  coming  of  the  day, 

Bearing  nought  with  me  from  earth. 


Soul  and  body,  life  and  goods, 
Are  not  mine,  are  only  God's, 

Given  me  by  His  loving  will ; 
Would  He  take  back  aught  of  His, 
Let  Him  take  it,  not  for  this 

Shall  my  fong  of  praife  be  ftiil. 

Scndeth  He  fome  crofs  to  bear, 
Cometh  forrow,  need,  or  care, 


262  Cgra  (Sfortnanka. 

Shall  it  all  my  peace  deftroy  ? 
He  who  fends  can  end  it  too, 
Well  He  knows  in  feafon  due, 

How  to  turn  my  griefs  to  joy. 

Many  a  day  of  happinefs 

Hath  He  fent  who  loves  to  blefs, 

Shall  I  not  bear  aught  for  God  ? 
He  is  kind,  we  know  that  He 
Ne'er  forfakes  us  utterly, 

Love  lies  hidden  in  His  rod. 

What  is  there  my  foes  can  do, 
Though  they  be  nor  weak  nor  few, 

Save  to  fcorn  and  mock  my  woe  ? 
Let  them  laugh,  and  let  them  mock, 
God  my  Saviour  and  my  Rock 

Soon  mall  all  their  fchemes  o'erthrow. 

With  a  glad  and  fearlefs  mien 
Should  a  Chriftian  man  be  feen, 

Wherefoe'er  be  call:  his  lot ; 
Yea,  though  death  feem  clofe  at  hand, 
Calm  and  quiet  let  him  ftand, 

And  his  fpirit  tremble  not. 

Him  no  death  has  power  to  kill, 
But  from  many  a   Ireaded  ill 

Bears  his  fpirit  fafe  away ; 
Shuts  the  door  of  bitter  woes, 
Opens  yon  bright  path  that  glows 

With  the  light  of  perfect  day. 


£nrct  (Bttmanka.  263 

There  in  deepeft  joy  my  heart 
Shall  be  healed  from  all  the  fmart 

Of  the  wounds  that  pierced  it  here ; 
Here  can  no  true  good  be  found, 
Seeming  goods  that  here  abound 

In  a  moment  difappear. 

Wealth  that  this  world  can  command, 
Is  it  aught  but  barren  fand, 

Bringing  cares  and  troubles  fore  ? 
There,  there  are  the  gifts  unpriced 
Where  my  Shepherd  Jefus  Chrift 

Shall  refrefh  me  evermore. 

Fount  of  Joy,  my  Lord  Divine, 
Thine  I  am,  and  Thou  art  mine, 

Nought  can  part  my  foul  from  Thee  ; 
I  am  Thine,  for  Thou  didft  give 
Once  Thy  life  that  I  might  live, 

Dearly  didft  Thou  purchafe  me. 

Thou  art  mine,  becaufe  my  heart 
Ne'er  will  let  Thee  more  depart, 

Clings  to  Thee  her  joy,  her  light ; 
Bring  me,  bring  me  to  that  place 
Where,  enclafped  in  Thine  embrace, 

Love  at  laft  is  bleft  with  fight. 

Paul  Gerhardt.      1653. 


264  €ma  ©crmcmica. 


XIII. 

THE    SUFFICIENCY    OF    GOD. 

EEMS  it  in  my  anguifh  lone, 
As  though  God  forfook  His  own, 
Yet  I  hold  this  knowledge  fall, 
God  will  furely  help  at  laft. 

He  denieth  not  His  aid 
Though  awhile  it  be  delayed  ; 
Though  it  come  not  oft  with  fpeed, 
It  will  furely  come  at  need. 

As  a  father  not  too  foon 
Grants  his  child  the  longed-for  boon, 
So  our  God  gives  when  He  will; 
Wait  His  leifure  and  be  dill. 

I  can  reft  in  thoughts  of  Him, 
When  all  courage  cKc  grew  dim, 
For  I  know  my  foul  fhall  prove 
His  is  more  than  father's  love. 

Would  the  powers  of  ill  affright, 
I  can  fmile  at  all  their  might; 


£uvct  (Bcrmamca.  265 


Or  the  crofs  is  prcfTing  Tore, 
God,  my  God,  lives  evermore ! 

Man  may  hate  me  caufelefsly, 
Man  may  plot  to  ruin  me, 
Foes  my  heart  may  pierce  and  rend ; 
God  in  heaven  is  Hill  my  Friend. 

Earth  may  all  her  gifts  deny, 
Safe  my  treafure  Hill  on  high, 
And  if  heaven  at  laft  be  mine, 
All  things  elfe  I  can  refign. 

I  renounce  thee  willingly, 
World,  I  hate  what  pleafes  thee, 
Baneful  every  gift  of  thine, 
Only  be  my  God  ftill  mine. 

Ah  Lord,  if  but  Thee  I  have 
Nought  of  other  good  I  crave, 
Bright  is  even  death's  dark  road, 
If  but  Thou  art  there,  my  God. 

C.  Titius.      1641-1703. 


266  Cgra  <8>ermamca. 


THE    FINAL    CONFLICT 
AND  HEAVEN. 

i. 

THE    UNCERTAINTY    OF    LIFE. 


KNOW  my  end  mull  furely  come, 

But  know  not  when,  or  where,  or  how, 

It  may  be  I  fhall  hear  my  doom 

To-night,  to-morrow,  nay,  or  now, 

Ere  yet  this  prefent  hour  is  fled, 

This  living  body  may  be  dead. 


Lord  Jefus,  let  me  daily  die, 

And  at  the  kit  Thy  prefcncc  give, 

Then  Death  his  utmoft  power  may  try, 
He  can  but  make  me  truly  live, 

Then  welcome  my  laft  hour  fhall  be, 

When,  where,  and  how  it  pleafes  Thee. 

S.  Franck.      171  i. 


£nra  (Bcrmanica.  ^i 


II. 

PREPARATION    FOR    DEATH. 

Said  to  be  written  on  occafion  of  the  fudden  death 
of  Duke  George  of  Saxe-Eifenach,  while  hunting. 

)       HO  knows  how  near  my  end  may  be  ? 

J^      Time  fpeeds   away,  and  Death  comes 
K  on; 

6*^>  ^       How  fwiftly,  ah !  how  fuddenly, 

May  Death  be  here,  and  Life  be  gone ! 
My  God,  for  Jefu's  fake  I  pray 
Thy  peace  may  blefs  my  dying  day. 

The  world  that  fmiled  when  morn  was  come 
May  change  for  me  ere  clofe  of  eve ; 

So  long  as  earth  is  ftill  my  home 
In  peril  of  my  death  I  live  ; 

My  God,  for  Jefu's  fake  I  pray 

Thy  peace  may  blefs  my  dying  day. 

Teach  me  to  ponder  oft  my  end, 
And  ere  the  hour  of  death  appears, 

To  caft  my  foul  on  Chriit  her  Friend, 
Nor  fparc  repentant  cries  and  tears  ; 

My  God,  for  Jefu's  fake  I  pray 

Thy  peace  may  blefs  my  dying  day. 


268  Cgra  (Sformamca. 

And  let  me  now  fo  order  all, 

That  ever  ready  I  may  be 
To  fay  with  joy,  whate'er  befall, 

Lord,  do  Thou  as  Thou  wilt  with  me ; 
My  God,  for  Jefu's  fake  I  pray 
Thy  peace  may  blefs  my  dying  dav. 

Let  heaven  to  me  be  ever  fweet, 
And  this  world  bitter  let  me  find, 

That  I,  'mid  all  its  toil  and  heat, 
May  keep  eternity  in  mind  ; 

My  God,  for  Jefu's  fake  I  pray 

Thy  peace  may  blefs  my  dying  day. 

0  Father,  cover  all  my  fins 
With  Jefu's  merits,  who  alone 

The  pardon  that  I  covet  wins, 

And  makes  His  long-fought  reft  my  own ; 
My  God,  for  Jefu's  fake  I  pray 
Thy  peace  may  blefs  my  dying  day. 

His  forrows  and  His  crofs  I  know 

Make  death-beds  foft,  and  light  the  grave, 

They  comfort  in  the  hour  of  woe, 
They  give  me  all  I  fain  would  have ; 

My  God,  for  Jefu's  fake  I  pray 

Thy  peace  may  blefs  my  dying  day. 

From  Him  can  nought  my  foul  divide, 
Nor  life  nor  death  can  part  us  now  ; 

1  lay  my  hand  upon  His  fide, 

And  fay,  My  Lord  and  God  art  Thou; 


Cnra  ©crmanicct.  2&9 


My  God,  for  Jefu's  fake  I  pray 
Thy  peace  may  blefs  my  dying  day. 

In  holy  baptifm  long  ago, 

I  joined  me  to  the  living  Vine, 
Thou  loveft  me  in  Him,  I  know, 

In  Him  Thou  doft  accept  me  Thine ; 
My  God,  for  Jefu's  fake  I  pray 
Thy  peace  may  blefs  my  dying  day. 

And  I  have  eaten  of  His  flefh 

And  drunk  His  blood, — nor  can  I  be 

Forfaken  now,  nor  doubt  afrefh, 
I  am  in  Him  and  He  in  me; 

My  God,  for  Jefu's  fake  I  pray 

Thy  peace  may  blefs  my  dying  day. 

Then  death  may  come  or  tarry  yet, 

I  know  in  Chrift  I  perifh  not, 
He  never  will  His  own  forget, 

He  gives  me  robes  without  a  fpot ; 
My  God,  for  Jefu's  fake  I  pray 
Thy  peace  may  blefs  my  dying  day. 

And  thus  I  live  in  God  at  peace, 
And  die  without  a  thought  of  fear, 

Content  to  take  what  God  decrees, 

For  through  His  Son  my  faith  is  clear, 

His  grace  fhall  be  in  death  my  ftay, 

And  peace  fhall  blefs  my  dying  day. 

Emilia  Juliana,  Countefs  of  Schwarzburg 
Rudolftadt.     1686. 


2?o  £m*ct  ©rrmantca. 


in. 

A    WEARY    PILGRIM'S    SONG. 

ORLD,  farewell !     Of  thee  I'm  tired, 
f    -jN        Now  toward  heaven  my  way  I  take  ; 
There  is  peace  the  long-defired, 

Lofty  calm  that  nought  can  break ; 
World,  with  thee  is  war  and  ftrife, 
Thou  with  cheating  hopes  art  rife, 
But  in  heaven  is  no  alloy, 
Only  peace  and  love  and  joy. 

When  I  reach  that  home  of  gladnefs, 

I  fhall  feel  no  more  this  load, 
Feel  no  ficknefs,  want,  or  fadnefs, 

Refting  in  the  arms  of  God. 
In  the  world  woes  follow  fart, 
And  a  bitter  death  comes  laft, 
But  in  heaven  fhall  nought  deftroy 
Endlefs  peace  and  love  and  joy 

What  are  earthly  joys  ?  a  weary 

Chafe  of  mill,  or  wind-borne  foam  ! 

On  this  defert  black  and  dreary 
Sins  and  vices  have  their  home; 


Cnrct  (Bcrmaniccr.  27l 

Thine,  O  World,  are  war  and  ftrife, 
Mocking  pleafures,  dying  life ; 
But  in  heaven  is  no  annoy, 
Only  peace  and  love  and  joy. 

Oh  the  mufic  and  the  finging 
Of  the  hoft  redeemed  by  love  ! 

Oh  the  hallelujahs  ringing 

Through  the  halls  of  light  above  ! 

Thine,  O  World,  the  fcornful  fneer, 

Mifery  thy  reward,  and  fear ; 

But  in  heaven  is  no  annoy, 

Only  peace  and  love  and  joy. 

Here  is  nought  but  care  and  mourning, 
Comes  a  joy,  it  will  not  (lay ; 

Fairly  mines  the  fun  at  dawning, 
Night  will  foon  o'ercloud  the  day ; 

World,  with  thee  we  weep  and  pine, 

Gnawing  care  and  grief  are  thine  ; 

But  in  heaven  is  no  alloy, 

Only  peace  and  love  and  joy. 

Onwards  then !  not  long  I  wander, 
Ere  my  Saviour  comes  for  me, 

And  with  Him  abiding  yonder 
All  His  glory  I  fhall  fee  ; 

For  there's  nought  but  forrow  here, 

Toil  and  pain  and  many  a  fear, 

But  in  heaven  is  no  annoy, 

Only  peace  and  love  and  joy. 


272  Cnra  ©ermantca. 

Well  for  him  whom  death  has  landed 

Safely  on  yon  bleffed  more, 
Where  in  joyful  worfhip  banded, 

Sing  the  faithful  evermore ; 
For  the  world  hath  ftrife  and  war, 
All  her  works  and  hopes  they  mar, 
But  in  heaven  is  no  annoy 
Only  peace  and  love  and  joy. 

Time,  thou  fpeedeft  on  but  flowly, 

Hours,  how  tardy  is  your  pace, 

Ere  with  Him  the  High  and  Holy 

I  hold  convcrfe  face  to  face  ; 
World,  with  partings  thou  art  rife, 
Filled  with  tears  and  florins  and  ftrife 
But  in  heaven  can  nought  deflroy 
Endlefs  peace  and  love  and  joy. 

Therefore  will  I  now  prepare  me, 

That  my  work  may  fland  His  doom, 
And  when  all  is  finking  round  me, 

I  may  hear  not  "  Go" — but  "  Come  !" 
World,  the  voice  of  grief  is  here, 
Outward  feeming,  care,  and  fear, 
But  in  heaven  is  no  alloy, 
Only  peace  and  love  and  joy ! 

J.   G.  Albinus.      1652. 


ilma  (Bcrmcmica.  273 


IV. 

IN    TIME    OF    DANGEROUS    DUTY. 

Y  caufe  is  God's,  and  I  am  Hill, 
Let  Him  do  with  me  as  He  will ; 
Whether  for  me  the  fight  is  won, 
Or  fcarce  begun, 
I  afk  no  more — His  will  be  done ! 

My  fins  are  more  than  I  can  bear, 
Yet  not  for  this  will  I  defpair, 
I  know  to  death  and  to  the  grave 

The  Father  gave 
His  deareft  Son,  that  He  might  fave. 

In  Him  my  Saviour  I  abide, 
I  know  for  all  my  fins  He  died, 
And  rifen  again  to  work  my  good, 

The  burning  flood 
Hath  quenched  with  His  mod  precious  blood. 

To  Him  I  live  and  die  alone, 

Death  cannot  part  Him  from  His  own  ; 

Living  or  dying  I  am  His 

Who  only  is 
Our  comfort,  and  our  gate  of  blifs. 


274  JCjjrct  (Sbtxmamta. 

This  is  my  folace,  day  by  day, 
When  fnares  and  death  befet  my  way, 
I  know  that  at  the  morn  of  doom 

From  out  the  tomb 
With  joy  to  meet  Him  I  (hall  come. 

Then  I  fhall  fee  God  face  to  face, 
I  doubt  it  not,  through  Jefu's  grace, 
Amid  the  joys  prepared  for  me  ! 

Thanks  be  to  Thee 
Who  giveft  us  the  victory ! 

O  Jefus  Chrift,  Thou  Son  of  God, 
Who  once  for  me  didft  bear  the  rod, 
Ah  hide  me  in  Thy  wounded  heart 

When  I  depart; 
My  help,  my  hope,  Thou  only  art ! 

Amen,  dear  God  !  now  fend  us  faith, 
And  a:  the  laft  a  happy  death  ; 
And  grant  us  all  ere  long  to  be 

In  heaven  with  Thee, 
To  praife  Thee  there  eternally. 

J.  Pappus.      1598. 


£m*ct  (Bcrmantca.  27S 


IN  THE  NEAR  PROSPECT  OF  DEATH. 

LORD  my  God,  I  cry  to  Thee, 
In  my  diftrefs  Thou  helpeft  me  ; 
To  Thee  myfelf  I  all  commend, 
Oh  fwiftly  now  Thine  angel  fend 
To  guide  me  home,  and  cheer  my  heart, 
Since  Thou  doll  call  me  to  depart ! 

O  Jefus  Chrift,  Thou  Lamb  of  God, 
Once  flain  to  take  away  our  load, 
Now  let  Thy  crofs,  Thine  agony, 
Avail  to  fave  and  folace  me; 
Thy  death  to  open  heaven,  and  there 
Bid  me  the  joy  of  angels  fhare. 

O  Holy  Spirit,  at  the  end, 
Sweet  Comforter,  be  Thou  my  Friend  ! 
When  death  and  hell  aflail  me  fore, 
Leave  me,  oh  leave  me,  nevermore, 
But  bear  me  fafely  through  that  ftrife, 
As  Thou  haft  promifed,  into  life  ! 

Nicholas  Selnecker.      1587. 


276  Cgra  ©rrmantrct. 

VI. 

IN  WEAKNESS  AND  DISTRESS  OF  MIND. 


ORD  jefus  Chrift,  my  Life,  my  Light, 
My  ftrength  by  day,  my  truft  by  night, 
On  earth  I'm  but  a  pafling  gueft, 
And  forely  with  my  fins  opprefs'd. 


Far  off  I  fee  my  fatherland, 

Where  through  Thy  grace  I  hope  to  Hand, 

But  ere  I  reach  that  Paradife 

A  weary  way  before  me  lies. 

My  heart  finks  at  the  journey's  length, 
My  wafted  flefh  has  little  ftrength, 
Only  my  foul  ftill  cries  in  me, 
Lord,  fetch  me  home,  take  me  to  Thee  ! 

Oh  let  Thy  fufferings  give  me  power 
To  meet  the  laft  and  darkeft  hour ; 
Thy  prayer  refrefh  and  comfort  me, 
Thy  bonds  and  fetters  fet  me  free  ! 

That  thirft  and  bitter  draught  of  Thine 
Help  me  to  bear  with  patience  mine, 
Thy  piercing  cry  avail  my  foul, 
When  floods  of  anguifh  o'er  me  roll ! 


ilma  <£crmanica.  277 

And  when  my  lips  grow  white  and  chill, 
Thy  Spirit  cry  within  me  ftill, 
And  help  my  foul  Thy  heaven  to  find, 
When  thefc  poor  eyes  grow  dark  and  blind  ! 

And  when  the  (pint  flies  away, 

Thy  parting  words  mail  be  my  flay, 

Thy  crofs  the  ftaff  whereon  I  lean, 

My  couch  the  grave  where  Thou  haft  been. 

Since  Thou  haft  died,  the  Pure,  the  Juft, 
I  take  my  homeward  way  in  truft, 
The  gates  of  heaven,  Lord,  open  wide, 
When  here  I  may  no  more  abide. 

And  when  the  laft  great  Day  is  come, 
And  Thou  our  Judge  fhalt  fpeak  the  doom, 
Let  me  with  joy  behold  the  light, 
And  fet  me  then  upon  Thy  right. 

Renew  this  wafted  flefh  of  mine, 
That  like  the  fan  it  there  may  mine, 
Among  the  angels  pure  and  bright, 
Yea,  like  Thyfelf  in  glorious  light. 

Ah  then  I  have  my  heart's  defire, 
When  finging  with  the  angel's  choir, 
Among  the  ranfom'd  of  Thy  grace, 
For  ever  I  behold  Thy  face  ! 

M.  Behemb.      1606. 


27%  £))va  (Bcrmamcct. 


VII. 

RESIGNATION. 

/^^ORD  God,  now  open  wide  Thy  heaven, 
|  [j  My  parting  hour  is  near; 

r^JI      My  courfe  is  run,  enough  I've  ftriven, 
Enough  I've  fufFer'd  here  ; 
Weary  and  fad 
My  foul  is  glad 
That  (he  may  lay  her  down  to  reft; 
Now  all  on  earth  I  can  refign, 
But  only  let  Thy  heaven  be  mine. 

As  Thou,  Lord,  haft  commanded  me, 

Have  I  with  perfect  faith 
Embraced  my  Saviour,  and  to  Thee 
I  calmly  look  in  death  ; 

With  willing  heart 
I  hence  depart, 
I  hope  to  fland  before  Thy  face  : 
Yes,  all  on  earth  I  can  refign, 
If  but  thy  heaven  at  laft  be  mine. 

Then  let  me  go  like  Simeon 
In  peace  with  thee  to  dwell, 


Cura  <8>trmanira.  2"9 


For  I  commend  me  to  Thy  Son, 
And  He  will  guard  me  well, 
And  guide  me  ftraight 
To  the  golden  gate  ; 
And  in  this  hope  I  calmly  die  ; 
Yes,  all  on  earth  I  can  refign, 
If  but  Thy  heaven  may  now  be  mine. 

T.  Kiel.      1620. 


280  £\)xa  (Pcrmanica. 


VIII. 

THE  FAITHFUL  SERVANT  LONGING 
FOR  PEACE. 


ORD,  now  let  Thy  fervant 

Pafs  in  peace  away ; 
I  have  had  enough  of  life, 

Here  I  would  not  flay  : 
Let  me  go,  if  fuch  Thy  will, 
With  a  heart  at  reft  and  ftill. 

Here,  Lord,  have  I  wreftled, 

Suffer'd  many  a  woe, 
Fought  as  fearlefs  warriors  fight, 

Conquer'd  many  a  foe. 
Kept  the  faith  with  them  of  old, 
Helped  to  guard  and  warn  Thy  fold. 

Many  an  hour  of  forrow, 

Many  an  anguifh'd  tear, 
Many  a  thorny  path  was  mine 

With  Thy  people  here  ; 
O'er  my  fins  IVc  had  to  mourn, 
Many  a  crofs  and  trial  borne. 


£nra  (fftrmanica.  2§I 

All  at  laft  is  ended, 

Fight  and  race  are  o'er, 
God  will  free  me  now  from  all 

Ills  for  evermore ; 
To  a  better  life  I  go, 
Than  this  tearful  earth  can  mow 

Peace  mail  I  find  yonder, 

And  be  free  from  fin, 
No  more  ftrife  and  wars  without, 

No  more  foes  within, 
All  around  me  mall  be  peace, 
And  the  joy  that  cannot  ceafe. 

Where  they  bear  the  fceptre, 

There  a  crown  for  me 
Is  laid  up  through  Jem's  grace, 

Bright  that  crown  mail  be  : 
Deeper!:  calm  my  foul  mail  fill, 
And  this  longing  mall  be  frill. 

My  Redeemer  liveth, 

He  mall  bid  me  rife 
From  the  gloomy  realm  of  death, 

There  all  forrow  lies, 
And  I  need  not  fear  to  wake, 
Since  His  voice  my  fleep  mail  break. 

He  will  change  this  body, 

Make  it  like  His  own, 
When  the  dead  a  rife  from  earth, 

When  the  trump  is  blown, 


282  £gva  ©crmanica. 

I  fhall  fee  Him  face  to  face, 
Here  my  fteadfaft  hope  I  place. 

Therefore  of  His  mercy  - 

Ever  will  I  ling, 
All  my  heart  and  foul  to  Him 

Praife  and  thanks  fhall  bring; 
Praife  Him  now,  and  praife  Him  then, 
When  the  heavens  fhall  cry  Amen  ! 

David  Bohme.      1605-1657. 


£nra  ©ermantrcr.  283 


IX. 


THE  CHRISTIAN  SOLDIER  REJOICING 
THAT  HE  HAS  OVERCOME. 

HEN  now  at  laft  the  hour  is  come, 
PffD        That  I  have  long'd  for  many  a  time, 
When  God  with  joy  mould  call  me  home 
From  this  ftrange  land,  this  wintry 
clime ; 
Thy  victim,  Death,  efcapes  no  more, 
The  hour  draws  on  when  I  mail  be 
From  all  the  bonds  of  earth  fet  free, 
And  life's  long  battle  fhall  be  o'er. 

To  combat  for  His  glory  here 

The  Father  fent  me  forth;  —  and  lo  ! 

The  hour  of  victory  draws  near, 
And  conquer'd  now  is  every  foe  ; 

And  I  have  borne  me  in  the  ftrife 
As  true  and  fearlefs  warriors  ought, 
And  bravely  to  the  laft  have  fought 

Through  all  the  wars  and  woes  of  life. 

My  cry,  when  rough  the  march  and  dark, 
Was,  watch  and  ftrive  till  thou  haft  won, 

Prefs  forward  fearlefs  to  the  mark  ! 
As  now,  thank  God,  at  laft  I've  done. 


284  Cijrct  ©armamca. 

Now  it  is  o'er,  I  cannot  mifs ; 

Through  every  danger  to  the  death 
True  to  my  Lord  I've  kept  the  faith, 

And  freely  rifk'd  all  elfe  for  this. 

It  lacketh  now  a  few  fhort  hours, 

And  I  am  in  eternity  ; 
The  wreath  of  fadelefs  heavenly  flowers 

Is  wound  already  there  for  me, 
The  crown  is  waiting  for  me  there, 

Until  the  fight  is  wholly  fought, 

And  all  my  foul  is  thither  caught, 
Where  fhining  palms  the  conquerors  bear. 

But  when  that  morning  fhall  appear, 

When  our  great  Judge,  the  Son  of  God, 

Shall  give  to  thofe  who  loved  Him  here 
Their  gracious  undeferved  reward, 

Then  in  the  glorious  halls  above, 
I  too  among  that  hoft  fhall  Hand, 
And  take  from  His  all-faithful  hand 

The  crown  of  righteoufnefs  and  love. 

Nor  mall  I  yonder  ftand  alone, 
I  fee  the  crowned  holt  appear, 

The  mighty  hoft  before  His  throne, 
Who  mine  for  ever  pure  and  clear, 

The  fouls  of  thofe,  who  on  their  way 
Were  longing  hour  by  hour  here, 
With  burning  love,  and  many  a  tear, 

To  fee  the  glories  of  that  Day. 

Spener.      1676. 


£m*a  (8>trmanica. 


JERUSALEM. 

ERUSALEM,  thou  city  fair  and  high, 
Would  God  I  were  in  thee  ! 
My  longing  heart  fain  fain  to  thee  would 
fly, 
It  will  not  flay  with  me ; 

Far  over  vale  and  mountain, 

Far  over  field  and  plain, 
It  haftes  to  fzck  its  Fountain 
And  quit  this  world  of  pain. 

Oh  happy  day,  and  yet  far  happier  hour, 

When  wilt  thou  come  at  laft  ? 
When  fearlefs  to  my  Father's  love  and  power, 
Whofe  promife  ftandeth  fait, 
My  foul  I  gladly  render, 

For  furely  will  His  hand 

Lead  her  with  guidance  tender 

To  heaven  her  fatherland. 

A  moment's  fpace,  and  gently,  wondroufly, 

Relcafjd  from  earthly  ties, 
The  fiery  chariot  hears  her  up  to  thee 

Through  all  thefe  lower  (kies, 


286  Cnrct  ©crmamca. 

To  yonder  mining  regions, 

While  down  to  meet  her  come 

The  bleffed  angel  legions, 
And  bid  her  welcome  home. 

Oh  hail  thou  glorious  city !  now  unfold 

The  gates  of  grace  to  me ! 
How  many  a  time  I  long'd  for  thee  of  old, 
Ere  yet  I  was  fet  free 

From  yon  dark  life  of  fadnefs, 

Yon  world  of  fhadowy  nought, 
And  God  had  given  the  gladnefs, 
The  heritage  I  fought. 

Oh  what  the  nation,  what  the  glorious  holt., 

Comes  fweeping  fwiftly  down  ? 
The  chofen  ones  on  earth  who  wrought  the  moil, 
The  Church's  brighteft.  crown, 
Our  Lord  hath  fent  to  meet  me, 

As  in  the  far-off  years 
Their  words  oft  came  to  greet  me 
In  yonder  land  of  tears. 

The  Patriarchs'  and  Prophets'  noble  train, 

With  all  Chrift's  followers  true, 
Who  bore  the  crofs,  and  could  the  worft  diftain 
That  tyrants  dared  to  do, 
I  fee  them  mine  for  ever, 
All-glorious  as  the  fan, 
'Mid  light  that  fadeth  never, 
Their  perfect  freedom  won. 


£))va  (Pcrmamca.  287 

And  when  within  that  lovely  Paradife 

At  laft  I  Mely  dwell, 
From  out  my  blifsful  foul  what  fongs  fhall  rife, 
What  joy  my  lips  fhall  tell, 
While  holy  faints  are  finging 

Hofannas  o'er  and  o'er, 
Pure  Hallelujahs  ringing 
Around  me  evermore. 

Innumerous  choirs  before  the  mining  throne 

Their  joyful  anthems  raife, 
Till  Heaven's  glad  halls  are  echoing  with  the  tone 
Of  that  great  hymn  of  praife, 
And  all  its  ho  ft  rejoices, 

And  all  its  blefTed  throng 
Unite  their  myriad  voices 
In  one  eternal  fong ! 

J.  M.  Meyfart.      1634. 


£gra  ©crmcmica. 


XL 

THE  NEW  HEAVENS  AND  NEW 
EARTH. 

OW  fain  my  joyous  heart  would  fing 
That  lovely  fummer-time, 
When  God  reneweth  everything 
{r^s^s         In  His  celeflial  prime  ; 

When  He  mall  make  new  heavens  and  earth, 

And  all  the  creatures  there 
Shall  fpring  from  out  that  fecond  birth 
All-glorious,  pure,  and  fair. 

The  perfect  beauty  of  that  fphere 

No  mortal  tongue  may  fpeak, 
We  have  no  likenefs  for  it  here, 

Our  words  are  far  too  weak ; 
And  we  mud  wait  till  we  behold 

The  hour  of  judgment  true, 
That  to  the  {ou\  fhalJ  all  unfold 

What  God  is,  and  can  do. 

For  God  ere  long  will  fummon  all 

Who  e'er  on  earth  were  born, 
This  rlefh  fhall  hear  the  trumpet's  call 

And  live  again  that  morn, 


flma  (fttrmanica. 


And  when  in  Chrifl  His  Son  we  wake, 

Thefe  Ikies  afunder  roll, 
And  all  the  blifs  of  heaven  fhall  break 

Upon  the  raptured  foul. 

And  He  will  lead  the  white-robed  throng 

To  His  fair  Paradife, 
Where  from  the  marriage-feaft  the  fong 

Of  endlefs  praife  fhall  rife, 
And  from  His  fathomlefs  abyfs 

Of  perfect  love  and  truth, 
Shall  flow  perpetual  joy  and  blifs, 

In  never-ending  youth. 

Ah  God,  now  lead  me  of  Thy  love 

Through  this  dark  world  aright ; 
Lord  Chrift,  defend  me  left  I  rove 

Or  lies  delude  my  fight ; 
And  keep  me  fteadfaft  in  the  faith 

Till  thefe  dark  days  have  ceafed, 
And  ready  ftill  in  life  or  death 

For  Thy  great  marriage-feaft. 

And  herewith  will  I  end  the  fong 

Of  that  fair  fummer-time  ; 
The  bloflbms  fhall  burft  out  ere  long 

Of  heaven's  eternal  prime, 
The  year  begin,  for  ever  new  ; 

God  grant  us  then  on  high 
To  fee  our  vifion  here  made  true, 

And  eat  the  fruits  of  joy  ! 

13  J.  Walther.      15 57. 


29°  £grct  Qbttmanha. 

XII. 
THE  FINAL  JOY. 


hs'W 


AKE,  awake,  for  night  is  flying, 
J,  The  watchmen  on  the  heights  are 
crying ; 
Awake,  Jerufalem,  at  laft  ! 
Midnight  hears  the  welcome  voices, 
And  at  the  thrilling  cry  rejoices  : 

Come  forth,  ye  virgins,  night  is  paft ! 
The  Bridegroom  comes,  awake, 
Your  lamps  with  gladnefs  take  ; 
Hallelujah  ! 
And  for  His  marriage-feaft.  prepare, 
For  ye  mull:  go  to  meet  Him  there. 

Zion  hears  the  watchmen  fmging, 
And  all  her  heart  with  joy  is  fp ringing, 
She  wakes,  fhe  rifes  from  her  gloom  ; 
For  her  Lord  comes  down  all-glorious, 
The  itrong  in  grace,  in  truth  victorious, 
Her  Star  is  rifen,  her  Light  is  come ! 
Ah  come,  Thou  blefTed  Lord, 
O  Jefus,  Son  of  God, 
Hallelujah  ! 
We  follow  till  the  halls  we  fee 
Where  Thou  halt  bid  us  fup  with  Thee. 


£ma  (Scrmanicct.  291 

Now  let  all  the  heavens  adore  Thee, 
And  men  and  angels  fing  before  Thee 

With  harp  and  cymbal's  clearer!:  tone  ; 
Of  one  pearl  each  mining  portal, 
Where  we  are  with  the  choir  immortal 
Of  angels  round  Thy  dazzling  throne ; 
Nor  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear 
Hath  yet  attain'd  to  hear 
What  there  is  ours, 
But  we  rejoice,  and  fing  to  Thee 
Our  hymn  of  joy  eternally. 

Philip  Nicolai.      1598. 


292  £jn*a  (Sfarmamca. 


THE  END. 

HEN  the  Lord  recalls  the  banifh'd, 
y.        Frees  the  captives  all  at  laft, 
Every  forrow  will  have  vanifh'd 
Like  a  dream  when  night  is  part ; 
Then  fhall  all  our  hearts  rejoice, 
And  with  glad  refounding  voice 
We  fhall  praife  the  Lord  who  fought  us, 
For  the  freedom  He  hath  wrought  us. 

Lift  Thy  hand  to  aid  us,  Father, 
Look  on  us  who  widely  roam, 
And  Thy  fcatter'd  children  gather 

In  their  long'd-for  promifed  home  ; 
Steep  and  weary  is  the  way, 
Shorten  Thou  the  fultry  day, 
Faithful  warriors  haft  Thou  found  us, 
Let  Thy  peace  for  aye  furround  us. 

In  that  peace  we  reap  in  gladnefs 
What  was  fown  in  tearful  fhowers  : 

There  the  fruit  of  all  our  fadnefs 
Ripens, — there  the  palm  is  ours  ; 

There  our  God  upon  His  throne 

Is  our  full  reward  alone ; 

They  who  all  for  God  furrender 

Bring  their  fheaves  in  heavenly  splendour. 
S.  G.  Burde.      1794* 


INDEX. 


BIDE  among  us  with  Thy  grace 
Ah  God,  my  days  are  dark  indeed 

fJP^y    Ah  deareft  Lord!   to  feel  that  thou 

fcLJ\s     Ah,  Jems,  the  merit  . 
Alas  !  my  Lord  and  God 
All  mv  heart  this  night  rejoices 
All  praife  and  thanks  to  God  molt  High 
All  things  hang  on  our  poflemng 
A  rife,  the  kingdom  is  at  hand    . 
A  pilgrim  here  I  wander. 
As  a  bird  in  meadows  fair    . 
BlefTed  Jefus,  at  Thy  word  . 
BlclTed  Jefus,  here  we  Hand  . 
Can  I  my  fate  no  more  withltand 
Chrift  the  Lord  is  rifen  again     . 
Chriit  will  gather  in  His  own    . 
Conquering  Prince  and  Lord  of  glory 
Courage,  my  forely-tempted  heart 
Deck  thyfelf,  my  ibul,  with  gladnefs 
Ere  yet  the  dawn  hath  rUl'd  the  fkies 
Ever  would  I  fain  be  reading 
Faith  is  a  living  power  from  heaven 
Gentle  Shepherd,  Thou  halt  itill'd 
Hark,  the  Church  proclaims  her  honour 
Here  behold  me,  as  I  calt  me    . 
He  who'd  make  the  prize  his  own 
Him  on  yonder  crofs  I  love  . 
Holy  Spirit,  once  again    . 
I  am  baptized  into  Thy  name    . 
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I  know  my  end  mull  furely  come 

[  know  in  whom  I  put  my  truft 

In  God's  name  let  us  on  our  way 

In  our  fails  all  foft  and  fweetly  . 

In  Thee  is  gladnefs     .... 

[  fay  to  all  men,  far  and  near    . 

Is  thy  heart  athrift  to  know  . 

I  who  fo  oft  in  deep  diftrefs 

Jerufalem,  thou  city  fair  and  high 

Jefus,  pitying  Saviour,  hear  me. 

Jefus,  whom  Thy  Church  doth  ow 

Light  of  light  enlighten  me  . 

Lord,  all  my  heart  is  fix'd  on  Thee 

Lord,  a  whole  long  day  of  pain 

Lord  God,  now  open  wide  Thy  heaven 

Lord  Jefus  Chrift,  my  faithful  Shepherd 

Lord  Jefus  Chrift,  in  Thee  alone    . 

Lord  Jefus  Chrift,  my  Life,  my  Light 

Lord  Jefus,  who  our  fouls  to  fave  . 

Lo,  heaven  and  earth,  and  fea  and  air 

Lord,  now  let  Thy  fervant  . 

My  caufe  is  God's  and  I  am  ftill 

My  God,  in  Thee  all  fulnefs  lies 

My  Jefus,  if  the  feraphim     .      . 

Now  at  laft  I  end  the  ftrife  . 

Now  darknefs  over  all  is  fpread 

Now  fain  my  joyous  heart  would  fing 

Now  lay  we  calmly  in  the  grave     . 

Now  weeping  at  the  grave  we  ftand 

Now  take  my  heart  and  all  that  is  in  me 

Now  thank  we  all  our  God  . 

Now  the  pearly  gates  unfold 

Now  we  niiiil  leave  our  fatherland 

O  Blcflcd  Jefus  !  This     .      .      . 

O  Chrift  our  true  and  only  Light 

O  Chrift,  Thou  bright  and  Morning  Sta 

O  faithful  God  !   O  pitying  Heart  .      . 


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O  Father-eye,  that  hath  fo  truly  watch'd 

O  Father-heart,  who  haft  created  all    . 

O  God,  Thou  faithful  God  . 

O  how  could  I  forget  Him    . 

O  Jefus,  Lord  of  majefty 

O  King  of  glory  !  David's  Son 

O  Living  Bread  from  Heaven 

O  Lord,  be  this  our  veflel  now 

O  Lord  my  God,  I  cry  to  Thee 

O  Love,  who  formedft  me  to  wear 

O  mighty  Spirit !   Source  whence    . 

Once  more  the  day-light  mines  abroad 

O  rifen  Lord !  O  conquering  King 

O  Thou  Molt  Higheft  !   Guardian  of  i 

O  world  !   behold  upon  the  tree 

Sad  with  longing,  fick  with  fears     . 

Seeing  I  am  Jem's  lamb 

Seems  it  in  my  anguifh  lone. 
Since  Chrift  is  gone  to  heaven,  His  home 
Sink  not  yet,  my  foul,  to  (lumber  . 
Spread,  O  fpread,  thou  mighty  Word 
Sweeteft  joy  the  foul  can  know 
Thank  God  it  hath  refounded  . 
Thank  God  that  towards  eternity  . 
The  Church  of  Chrift  that  He       .      . 
The  golden  morn  flames  up  the  Eaftern 
The  night  is  come,  wherein  at  laft. 
Thee  Fount  of  blefting  we  adore    . 
Then  now  at  laft  the  hour  is  come 
Thou  faireft  Child  Divine    .... 
Though  Love  may  weep  with  breaking  he 
Thou'rt  mine,  yes,  ftill  Thou  art  mine  ow 
Thou,  folemn  Ocean,  rolleft  to  the  ftrand 
Thou,  fore-opprefs'd,  the  Sabbath-reft 
Thou  who  breakeft  every  chain 
Thy  parents'  arms  now  yield  thee  . 
To-day  our  Lord  went  up  on  high 


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True  mirror  of  the  Godhead  !  Perfect  Light  95 

Up  !  yes,  upward  to  thy  gladnefs   .      .      .      .  228 

Wake,  awake,  for  night  is  flying     ....  290 

Whate'er  my  God  ordains  is  right.      .      .      .  259 

What  pleafes  God,  O  pious  foul     .      .      .      .  256 

When  anguifh'd  and  perplex'd 102 

Whene'er  again  thou  finkeft 49 

When  in  the  hour  of  utmoft  need  ....  240 

When  the  Lord  recall  the  banifh'd       .      .      .  292 

Where'er  I  go,  whate'er  my  tafk     .      .     .      .  149 

Wherefore  doll  Thou  longer  tarry        ...  25 

Wherefore  fhould  I  grieve  and  pine     .      .      .  261 

Who  keepeth  not  God's  word,  yet  faith  .      .  214 

Who  knows  how  near  my  end  may  be     .      .  267 

Who  puts  his  truft  in  God  molt  juft    .      .      .  254 

Why  art  thou  thus  call  down,  my  heart  .      .  248 

World,  farewell!   of  thee  I'm  tired      .      .      .  270 

Ye  heavens,  oh  hafte  your  dews  to  fhed    .  21 


TABLE  OF 

GERMAN  HYMNS. 


PART  I. 

Advent. 

i.  Ihr  Himmcl  tropfelt  Thau  in  Eil 

2.  Auf,  auf,  ihr  RcichsgenofTen  . 

3.  Warum  willft  du  draufzen  ftehn 

4.  Gottlob  ein  Schritt  zur  Ewigkeit 
Christmas. 

1.  Frohlich  foil  mcin  Herze  fpringen 

2.  Du  fchonftes  Gotteskind    . 

3.  Hcrr  Jefu  Chrift  dcin  Kripplein  id 
Epiphany. 

1.  O  Konig  aller  Ehren     .... 

2.  O  Jefu  Chrifte  wahres  Licht  . 

3.  Wer  im  Hcrzen  will  erfahren 

4.  Immcr  mufz  ich  wieder  lefcn  . 
Passion  Week. 

1.  Wenn  je  du  wieder  zagft  . 

2.  O  Welt,  fieh  hier  dein  Leben 

3.  Ach  Jefu,  dein  Sterben 

4.  Der  am  Kreuz  ill  meine  Liebe    . 

5.  Nun  gingll  auch  Du      .... 

6.  Der  Du,  Herr  Jefu,  Ruh  und  Raft 
Easter. 

1.  Chriftus  ill  erftanden    .... 

2.  Friihmorgens  da  die  Sonn  aufgeht 

3.  Ich  fage  Jedem  dafz  Er  lebt    . 

4.  O  auferftandener  Siegesfiirfl:   . 

5.  Trauernd  und  ink  bangem  Sehnen 
Ascension. 

1.  Auf  diefen  Tag  bcdenken  wir 

2.  Auf  Chrifti  Himmelfahrt .     .  . 

3.  Siegesfurft  und  Ehrcnkonig     .  . 

4.  Mein  Jefu,  den  die  Seraphinen  . 


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298        Sable  of  ©cvman  jjjgmn*. 

Whitsuntide. 

1.  Komm  O  komm,  du  Geift  des  Lebens  .  81 

2.  O  Du  allersiisfte  Freude 84 

3.  Die  Kirche  Chrifti  die  Er  geweiht  .      .  87 

4.  Diefs  ift  der  Gemeinde  Starke     ...  88 

5.  Wake  wake  nah  und  fern       ....  89 
Trinity. 

1.  Brunn  alles  Heils,  dich  ehren  wir     .      .  91 

2.  O  Vaterhand  die  mich  fo  treu  gefuhret  93 

3.  Dreieinigkeit,  der  Gottheit  wahrer  Spiegel  95 
Morning  Prayer. 

1.  Licht  von  Licht  erleuchte  mich  ...  97 

2.  Liebfter  Jefu,  wir  find  hier     ....  99 

3.  Es  geht  daher  des  Tages  Schein  .      .      .  100 

4.  Wenn  ich  in  Agnft  und  Noth     .      .      .  102 

5.  O  allerhochftcr  Menfchenhiiter  .      .      .  104 

6.  Wie  ein  Vogel  lieblich  finget       .     .     .  106 

7.  Im  Often  flammt  empor  die  goldene  Sonne  108 
Evening  Prayer. 

1.  Die  Nacht  ill  kommen  darin  wir  ruhen  1 10 

2.  Werde  munter  mein  Gemuthe     .      .     .  112 

3.  Herr,  ein  ganzer  Leidenstag  .      .      .      .  116 

4.  Es  ruht  die  Nacht  auf  Erden       .      .      .  118 

5.  Ach  bleib  mit  deiner  Gnade  ....  120 

Baptism. 

1.  Liebfter  Jefu  wir  find  hier      .     .     .     .  122 

2.  O  Vaterherz  das  Erd  und  Himmel  fchuf  124 

3.  Aus  deiner  Eltern  Armcn       .      .  .126 

4.  Weil  ich  Jefu  Schaflein  bin     .      .      .      .  128 

5.  Ich  bin  gctauft  auf  deinen  Namen   .      .  129 

Communion. 

1.  Herr  Jefu  Chriftc  mein  getrcur  Hirte   .  131 

2.  Schmfickc,  dich  O  licbe  Seele      .     .  133 

3.  Licbe  die  Du  mich  fo  milde  ....  135 

4.  Nun    nimm   mein   Herz  und  alles  was 

ich  bin 137 

5.  Jefu  der  Du  bift  alleine 139 


(tabic  of  (German  (jnmns.         299 


6.  Wie  konnt  ich  Sein  vergeflen 

7.  Wie  wohl  haft  du  gelabet . 
For  Travellers. 

I.  In  Gottesnamen  reifen  wir 
In  alien  unferen  Thaten    . 
O  Herr  lafz  unfer  Schifflein  heute 
Wie  fchaumt  fo  feierlich   . 
Einft  fahren  wir  vom  Yaterland 
6.   In  die  Segel  fan  ft  und  linde     . 
Burial. 

1.  Nun  lafst  uns  den  Leib  begraben 

2.  Am  Grabe  ftehn  wir  ftille 

3.  Aller  Glaubigen  Sammelplatz 

4.  Mag  auch  die  Liebe  weinen    . 

5.  Gutcr  Hirt,  Da  haft  geftillet  .      . 

6.  Du  bift  zwar  mein  und  bleibeft  mein 


2. 
3- 
4- 
5- 


PART  II. 

Penitence. 

1.  Allein  zu  dir  Herr  Jefu  Chrift     .      . 

2.  Ach  Gott  und  Herr  wie  grofz  und  fchwer 

3.  Jefu  mein  Erbarmer  hore  .... 

4.  O  Jefu  Konig  hoch  zu  ehren  . 

5.  O  Gott  du  frommcr  Gott 

6.  O  Durchbrecher  aller  Bande 

7.  Brich  durch  mein  angefochtnes    . 
Thanksgiving. 

1.  Nun  danket  alle  Gott 

2.  Sei  Lob  und  Ehr  dem  hochften  Gut 

3.  Himmel  Erde  Luft  und  Meer 

4.  Ich  der  ich  oft  in  grofTer  Noth    . 

5.  O  grofTer  Geift,  O  Urfprung . 

6.  In  dir  ill  Freude 

~.  Gottlob,  nun  ift  erfchollen 

The  Life  of  Faith. 

1.  Der  Glaub  ift  eine  lebendi^e  Kraft  . 


3°o        ©able  of  ©ennan  fijgmn*. 


2.  Wer  halt  nicht  Gottes  Wortdoch  fpricht  214 

3.  Ich  weifs  an  wen  ich  glaube  . 

4.  Herzlich  lieb  hab  ich  dich  O  Herr 

5.  Nun  fo  will  ich  denn  mein  Leben 

6.  Wer  das  Kleinod  will  erlangen 

7.  Ach  mein  Herr  Jefu  dein  Nahefeyn 

8.  Sieh  hier  bin  ich  Ehrenkonig 

9.  Auf  hinauf  zu  deiner  Freude 

10.  Ich  bin  ein  Gaft  auf  Erden     . 

1 1.  OefFne  nun  die  Perlenthoren  . 
Songs  of  the  Cross. 

1.  Mag  ich  Ungluck  nicht  widerftehn 

2.  O  Chrifte  Morgenfterne    . 

3.  Wenn  wir  in  hochften  Nothen  fein 

4.  xA.ch  treuer  Gott,  barmherzigs  Herz 

5.  Ach  Gott  wie  manches  Herzeleid 

6.  Warum  betnibft  du  dich  mein  Herz 

7.  Alles  ist  an  Gottes  Segen  . 

8.  Mein  Gott  bei  dir  ift  alle  Fiille 

9.  Wer  Gott  vertraut  hat  wohl  gebaut 

10.  Was  Gott  gefallt  O  frommes  Kind 

11.  Was  Gott  thut  das  ift  wohlgethan 

12.  Warum  folk  ich  mich  denn  gramen 

13.  Sollt  es  denn  bisweilen 
The  Final  Conflict  and  Heaven. 

1.  Ich  weifz  es  wird  mein  Ende  kommen 

2.  Wer  weifz  wienahe  mir  mein  Ende  . 

3.  Welt,  lebwohl,  ich  bin  dein  mude   . 

4.  Ich  hab  mein  Sachi  Gott  heimgeftellt 

5.  O  Herre  Gott  ich  ruf  zu  dir 

6.  Herr  Jefu  Chrift  mein  Lebens  Licht 

7.  Herr  Gott  nun  fchleufz  dein  Himmel  auf 

8.  Herr  nun  lafs  in  Fricde     .      .      . 

9.  So  ifts  an  dem  dafz  ich  mit  Freude 

10.  Jerufalem  du  hoch  gcbaute  Stadt 

1 1 .  Herzlich  thut  mich  erfrcuen  .      . 

12.  Wachct  auf,  ruft  uns  die  Strimme 

13.  Wann  der  Herr  cinll  die  Gefangenen 


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